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i wish i didn't have to go to school today so i could curl up in my room and read all your fics like a christmas fic binge :(( but !! i'm so glad that it's FINALLY HERE (i've been waiting for this since june you don't even know)
full fic analysis under cut bc i rambled again :( but i finished reading this and i just. i love it so much??? the idea was so good and it was so well executed i can't imagine a better writer to write minghao this specific way. <33
For a moment, Minghao is simply taken aback by the quiet grace of your entrance, the way the afternoon light seems to favour you.
hell-O what happened to good morning ?? y/n really came into this fic like an ethereal being
"Each flower has its own needs, but with patience, they show their beauty. Much like people, I suppose."
this sentence set the stage for such a beautiful analogy of people being like flowers... also minghao's SO insightful ugh đ©đ©
You respond with that cute grin of yoursđit seems more relaxed now.
aww that's so cute!! love how y/n slowly gets more comfortable w hao âčïžâčïž
the tip of your tongue just barely peeking out in concentration.
people who stick their tongue out the side of their mouth when they concentrate >>> it's such a lovable trait
And flowersđlike peopleđdon't rush.
no why is this the PERFECT fic for hao and his patient, transcending calm????Â
The shift from the warm tones of summer to the cool shades of autumn had arrived, bringing a new, fresh palette for him to play with.
THIS LINE !!
"Not just you, no," Minghao replies amusedly. "But I think you could be. A flower, I mean. You're just someone who's figuring out what kind you want to be."
i love how he doesn't deny comparing people to flowers in general cuz somehow that is exactly what minghao is? like a guy who sometimes is a little on the sidelines simply because he enjoys perceiving other people a bit too much
The question rests upon Minghao's shoulders
NOO THIS SENTENCE đđ absolute poetry how do people even come up with these ??
I've been liking the liĂĄnhuÄ latelyđthe lotus. It grows in muddy water and blooms above the surface, even despite those circumstances. It also represents purity, resilience, and growth."
this is an amazing choice honestly the lotus is soo beautiful & strong (also i like the way lotus roots taste) and it's so minghao!!!
Then he just simply shrugs. "I guess I didn't mind it," he replies lowly, and meets your eyes warily. "Does it bother you?"
if someone said this to me i'd be folding on the spot bro like just confess already??
"I don't mind either," I like being in this place... with you. "Not at all."
rania and her lovely writing style of putting unsaid words in italics in between đ€©đ€© i love how distinctive it makes your writingÂ
Minghao has picked flowers for funerals before. He's also seen people hold onto flowers that are long past their bloom, clinging to them as if their presence alone could bring someone back. He's been there too.
oh GOSH the sorrow? so beautifully portrayed
The question feels a bit silly to ask, and it makes Minghao's features soften as he looks at you, a warmth in his chest that spreads like the first rays of sunlight breaking through a cold morning. "I've already been waiting for you," he says, almost cheekily, and it seems to lighten the moment a little. "I haven't planned on stopping anytime soon."
this fic is my other roman empire (this and moni's "finger trapped (ripped to its seams)")
His arms catch you instinctively, gentle yet steady, embracing around you like flowers petals folding inward for protection. His warmth seeps into you as if he were the sun reaching a flower in the early hours of dawn, and his hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, encouraging you to press closer into his warmth.
this whole paragraph healed me.
Minghao wonders if flowers ever feel the same bittersweet pull when their petals fallđthe ache of letting go, but the quiet hope of something new taking root.
holy shit. this line touched a part of me so raw that i didn't even know existed
caught in bloom, caught on you | xu minghao
SYNOPSIS. in which you find yourself becoming a regularđor perhaps more than thatđat minghao's flower shop. PAIRING. florist!xu minghao x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, a pinch of angst, hurt/comfort, strangers to friends to lovers WARNINGS. hao basically falls in love at first sight HAHA, mild cursing, implied that yn lost someone close to them, a lot of yearning n pining, kissing WORD COUNT. 8.3k
notes: wheeboo is NOT in their short-ish fic era anymore and is in their long-ish fic era rn đ anyway,, i didnt have a title for the fic until hao posted his song on his birthday so... I hope u all enjoy?? this might be one of my faves haha
Minghao likes these kinds of days.
Thin, irregular shapes of cotton drift lazily across the endless blue embrace of the skies. The afternoon sun carries warmth in its hands that he could feel right through the glass windows of his flower shop. It's almost as if the season of summer itself is breathing through his shop, softly encouraging his little garden to reach for the light.
Minghao runs his slender fingers through the cool edges of a hydrangea, its soft petals a deep shade of prismarine.
Ever since he was younger, his mother had told him that flowers weren't just things to be cared for. They were companions, your friends if you'd let them be, each blooming with all different kinds of personalities.
He likes how the flowers didn't ask for much; they simply needed patience and care, and in return, they gave him a sense of peace that he couldn't find anywhere else.
The sudden chime of the bell pulls him from his thoughts. He straightens up, wiping his hands on the apron tied loosely around his waist, and glances toward the door.
The figure the walks through the door is unfamiliar, yet it's easy to catch the way the sunlight highlights the edges of your silhouette, almost like a halo as you step inside the shop. For a moment, Minghao is simply taken aback by the quiet grace of your entrance, the way the afternoon light seems to favour you.
Your gaze circles around the shop, taking in the rows of flowers with a soft curiosity. There's some sort of quiet hesitation in your movements when you take a few more tentative steps inside, as if you're trying to find the right place to be in this space, just as much as you're trying to find the right flower.
Minghao finds himself clearing his throat, drawing a polite smile across his lips and catching your attention right away.
"Good afternoon," he greets calmly. "Can I help you with something today?"
You glance up at him, a slight surprise in your eyes before they soften.
"Hi, um... Yeah, I was actually looking to see if I could buy some flowers. The shop I went to before closed down, so I've been searching for a new place. It was a bit of a drive." Then you hesitate briefly, before continuing, "I'm not sure what to look for exactly, but something for a first date would be nice."
Minghao's heart stirs a bit disappointingly at that, though he quickly suppresses the feeling away. After all, it's just flowers, and you're simply here to buy them for someone else.
He nods thoughtfully, giving a soft, understanding look.
"Ah, well. Congratulations first of all on the date," he says calmly, though the nerves itches his fingers. "A first date is always special, isn't it?"
"They are," You reply sheepishly, and the hint of a blush to your cheeks nearly resembles the colour of the roses displayed near the window.
"Is there a specific kind of vibe you're going for?" Minghao asks. "I can help you pick something that feels right."
You pause for a moment, eyes lingering on a beautifully-painted vase. "Hmm, I think... something romantic, but not too traditional, if that makes sense? Not something too cliché, you know, but I also want it to feel special."
Minghao simply hums in response, his mind sifting through the variety of options he could think of. There's this odd sense of responsibility within him to make your choice is beyond perfect.
"Roses are always a classic," he begins. "but they're quite conventional, so..."
He can sense you following closely to him as he walks toward another part of the shop.
"These are tulips," Minghao explains, gesturing to a row of soft, voluminous blooms in shades of pale pink and coral. "They're not commonly picked like roses, but there's a nice charm about it. They're meant to represent long-lasting love."
You take a good look of the flowers, and you're amazed by how bright they appear.
"Wow, they're so beautiful." Then you take a small glance up at Minghao, before back down at the flowers. "You must really take care of these flowers to make them look this vibrant."
"I try my best," he mutters quietly, watching as you continue to take in their beauty. "Each flower has its own needs, but with patience, they show their beauty. Much like people, I suppose."
Your eyes flicker back up at him, and for a moment, there's a quiet stillness between you, as if the space between you two is holding its breath. Then you let out a warm, somewhat nervous chuckle.
"I think I understand," You say, taking a step closer towards the tulips and carefully running a finger over its petals. "It's about giving them space to grow, right? Not forcing them to be something they're not."
There's something about the way you speak, something thoughtful, almost as if you also understand the language of patience he's grown so accustomed to.
"Exactly." He smiles faintly. "That's what I like about flowersđthey don't rush. They just exist, and somehow, they slowly become what they're meant to be."
You lift your gaze to meet his, and in your eyes, Minghao sees something more than just curiosity. There's a softness there, a sincerity that draws him in. At his sides, he feels his fingers twitch slightly, but he quickly smooths his hands down his apron.
It's strange how a simple conversation about flowers can make him feel so... connected to someone.
"I think these are perfect," You tell him, eyes brightening with confidence.
A wave of satisfaction washes over Minghao, who nods in agreement.
"Would you like me to wrap them up for you?" he asks.
"That would be great, thank you," You respond with that cute grin of yoursđit seems more relaxed now. The thought makes his heart flutter.
Minghao begins to wrap the delicate stems with some brown wrapping paper, carefully arranging them so they're secure. As he ties a ribbon around the bouquet, he can't help but sneak up a glance at you. You're wandering around the shop with your hands clasped in front of you, looking at the other arrangements on display, and he smiles to himself.
He finishes the bouquet and smooths out any remaining creases with his fingertips. When you make your way back over to him, he offers it to you.
"Do you want to write your name on a gift tag?" Minghao asks, holding up a small card and a pen. He doesnât know why his heart's beating fasterđperhaps it's the subtle hopefulness in his voice that will make your name linger longer, even after you leave.
You glance at the pen in his hand, considering it for a moment before nodding.
"Sure, I'd love to," You tell him with a faint smile, snatching the pen from his grasp, giving it a quick click before writing something down, the tip of your tongue just barely peeking out in concentration.
When you finish, you hand the card back to him. He takes it from you carefully, inspecting your neat, intricate handwriting. It's simple, yet there's a certain elegance to it it. Minghao reads it under his breath: For someone special, who I hope feels the same - Y/N.
Y/N, he repeats in his mind.
"I'll finish it up for you now," he says, placing the card with the bouquet. He arranges the flowers once more, making sure everything is perfect before handing it to you.
You find yourself fishing into your bag for your wallet. "How much do I owe you?"
Minghao hesitates for a moment, his fingers hovering over the register, but there's something about the way your features soften and how your eyes meet his that makes him pause.
"It's on the house."
You stop your hands, peering back up at him with a surprised look. "Really? Are you sure?"
"Of course," he assures calmly. "It's the least I can do."
You just blink at him a few times, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.
"Thank you," You let out sheepishly as you take the bouquet in your hands, the ribbon slipping through your fingers as you carefully adjust it. There's a split second that passes where you sneak a glance at the nametag on his chest. "I really appreciate it. I'm sure they'll love them."
Something in his chest tightens at thatđthey'll love them. Minghao tries not to overthink it, tries to ignore the brief twinge of something unsettling in his chest.
But you're smiling, so he smiles back.
"I hope so," he replies gently, and with a polite bow of his head, he adds, "I'm sure they'll appreciate the thought behind it."
As you walk towards the exit, you take a final look around the shop, eyes lingering on the shelves of flowers, before turning back to Minghao.
"I'll be sure to come back," You say brightly, and the way the afternoon sunlight pours down all around you in the doorway makes you appear almost angelic. "Thank you for everything."
"I'll be here," Minghao responds, offering a small, timid wave of his hand. "Take care."
The chime of the bell above the door announces your departure, and a sigh leaves him.
It's just flowers, he tells himself again. Just flowers.
And flowersđlike peopleđdon't rush.
Minghao finds himself wiping away some spilled soil on the counter, the soft hum of piano music drifting throughout the quiet flower shop. He had just gotten done cleaning up after a busy morning of rearranging a few displays around the shop to tie into the slow seasonal changes that were beginning to take shape outside.
The shift from the warm tones of summer to the cool shades of autumn had arrived, bringing a new, fresh palette for him to play with. Chrysanthemums, petunias, dahlias, and marigolds were beginning to make their way into the shop, taking their place next to the peonies and roses that had been so meticulously cared for.
When the last bits of soil are wiped away, Minghao steps back to admire the beauty of the shop around him, he takes in a deep inhale, letting in the earthy scent of the fresh blooms fill his lungs.
After storing away a few extra vases in the backroom, the chime of the door hits his ears, and Minghao finds himself straightening back up to greet whoever had come inside.
When looks up, however, he freezes for a moment. He catches you standing in the doorway, and Minghao has to blink a few times to make sure his mind wasn't playing any tricks on him.
"Hi, again," You're the first to greet this time, and then that grin spreads across your face once again, one that seems all-too familiar.
Minghao leans against the counter. "Back so soon?"
"I was just in the area, couldn't help myself, you know..." You drawl with a playful shrug. "I actually just officially moved into the city just last week, hopefully to be closer for this new job and well... The drive here isn't as long as before."
Minghao smiles softly. It's an unexpected but pleasant surprise for you to admit all that to him, and for some reason, it makes him feel a little lighter.
"That's great," he responds, pushing himself off the counter as he straightens up. "I imagine that must be a relief. How do you like it so far?"
You step further into the shop, your eyes eagerly scanning the new arrangements he's set up.
"It's been great, actually," You say with a relieved look. "Life has been... good, honestly. I think the city suits me. It's different, but in a positive way, and I'm already surrounded by a lot of nice people."
This warm and genuine feeling tugs at Minghao's lips as he listens to you, adjusting the stems of a vase full of a plethora of zinnias.
"I'm assuming that date from before went well then?"
His words makes the smile on your face flicker, and the change is subtle but noticeable enough for Minghao to catch it, even when he's not directly looking at you. You shift your weight between your two feet, and the way you glance around the shop seems almost like you're trying to distract yourself from something.
"The date didn't go well at all, actually."
Minghao's fingertips pause on the cold surface of the vase, brows furrowing in a bit of surprise.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," he apologises gently, regretting for the sudden change in mood. "I didn't mean to bring up anything uncomfortable."
You let out a small, rueful chuckle, shaking your head. "No, no, it's okay. Really."
The air seems to thicken a little. You could only stand and watch for a few long moments as Minghao moves gracefully around, tending to all the flowers with his usual care.
After a long pause, you finally break the silence.
"It was good at first, I think, then it just became... awkward. Like really awkward. I thought I had everything planned outđgood place, nice flowers, all that jazz... but I guess it just didn't click. I think we both kind of felt it." You feel your shoulders deflate in a pit of defeat, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you run a hand through your hair. "I don't know why I just rambled all that. Sorry about that."
Minghao doesn't say anything at first, simply giving you some space, but he feels his heart tighten in his chest. He casts his eyes on you, also unsure why you're telling him this or why it feels important to him, but he knows it's a moment of vulnerabilityđa rare oneđand he wants to handle it with care.
"No need to say sorry," he reaffirms, tone soothing. "Sometimes things don't go as expected, and that's okay. It doesn't mean it wasn't meaningful."
You glance towards him, catching the sincerity dripping down from his words. It catches you by surprise at how almost... comfortable it feels to be open right now, with him. The atmosphere here doesn't demand anything of you.
"As people, we try so hard to make things go right that we forget to just... let them unfold naturally," he says softly, as if thinking aloud. "I think sometimes things don't work out because we're not ready for them yet, or maybe they're not the right kind of flower at the right time. You can spend so much time trying to arrange them, placing them in the perfect spot, hoping they'll just fit⊠but sometimes they don't. And that's okay."
You can't help but quirk a playful lip at that, but you can't resist the way his words appear to tug right at your heartstrings. "Are you comparing me to a flower?"
"Not just you, no," Minghao replies amusedly. "But I think you could be. A flower, I mean. You're just someone who's figuring out what kind you want to be."
The thought about being a flowerđin another life, perhapsđis a bit silly. But you also wonder about other things toođif you're being treated with the same care and attention that Minghao gives to his flowers, or if you're wilting like one that hasn't found the right light yet. And as you gaze around the shop, taking in the beauty of the blooms around you, you find yourself smiling.
"I think I'd like to try and take care of a flower," You announce, determination weaving around your voice and words. "I'm not sure if I'd be good at it, but I'd like to try."
Minghao crosses his arms together, letting out a thoughtful hum while studying you for a few seconds. "I think you'd do well."
For some reason, those few words were enough to send heat crawling up your body and into your face.
"Thank you," You breathe out sheepishly, the corners of your mouth tugging upwards. "Can you give me a few recommendations?"
Minghao just nods. "Sure."
From there, he leads you toward a small display near the front of the shop where a few different pots and seedlings are carefully arranged. He describes a few of them to you. You're immediately drawn to the passion dripping from his tone, and the way he appears to light up when he speaks.
"These might be a good start," he suggests, gesturing to a small seedling. "Marigolds are pretty low maintenance. They need light, of course, but they're easy to grow and care for."
You take a moment to study over the baby plant with sweet curiosity.
"I think I'll start with these, then," You say, glancing back at Minghao. "Something easy."
Minghao's eyes don't stray away from how you admire the tiny plant, how you cradle the pot in your hands to take a closer look at it as if you're already imagining yourself taking care of it.
"Taking care of them can be a good reminder to take care of yourself too," he points out. "They need patience, consistency⊠and a little bit of trust, just like people do."
You look up at him, a smile tugging at your lips once more, feeling something warm bloom in your chest. His words settle into you in a way that's hard to describe, but they feel rightđlike they're exactly what you need to hear.
"That's true," You reply, the weight of the sentiment settling comfortably within you. "I guess I could use a reminder like that."
"Shall I wrap it up for you?" he offers.
"Yes, please. Thank you."
After mulling over some options, he chooses the perfect wrapping paper and adds a small note about caring for marigolds. You watch him, mesmerised by the ease in his movements, the care he pours into something so simple. For a moment, you forget about all the bustling noise outside the shop, and all that exists is Minghao and the flowers, his flowers.
As Minghao ties the final knot around the marigold pot, he hands it to you, and his fingertips briefly brush against yours.
"Thank you," You tell him softly. "For everything, really. It's very calming in here."
Minghao's smile widens, almost like he's heard those same words before, and perhaps he has; maybe many people find themselves drawn to his calm presence and the haven he's created in this little shop.
There's a strange warmth that spreads throughout your chest as you cradle the small plant in your hands. "I'll be sure to take good care of it."
A few moments of comfortable silence pass as you both stand there, your eyes drifting around the shop to take in the palette of autumn that colours the space. Yet it's almost instinctive in the way your gaze finds Minghao.
"I hope you won't mind me coming back, you know... to make sure I'm doing a good job with this little one." You gesture to the plant in your hands, a playful tone to your words.
Minghao chuckles, a sound as gentle as the petals surrounding him. "Of course. I'll be here."
"Do you mind if I take another look around with the place? It looks great, by the way."
"Take all the time you need."
And for the first time in a long while, Minghao felt like he wasn't just waiting for the next flower to bloom.
He was blooming, too.
"Do you have a favourite flower?"
The question rests upon Minghao's shoulders while he waters a cluster of orchids in the back corner of the shop. You're hovering near him, aimlessly trudging your fingertips over, but instead lets the question settle in between the quiet moments.
"I imagine it's hard to pick as a florist, right?" You let out a meek laugh. "It's kind of like asking a painter to pick their favourite colour."
The corners of Minghao's lips curl up slightly, his eyes fixed on the glistening leaves under the faint droplets of water. You can tell he's contemplating the question from the quiet hums leaving his mouth, and for some reason, you find comfort in his patience.
"Not exactly," he says after a pause, his voice steady, thoughtful. "A painter might have a favourite colour, but they don't use it all the time. It's about balance. Knowing when to bring it forward and when to hold it back."
"Ah, so you do have a favourite flower," You tease lightly, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. "You just don't want to admit it."
The brief touch seems to linger in the air, a soft warmth that you both let pass without acknowledging. Minghao gently sets the watering can down and looks at you for a moment, his gaze a little deeper than before.
"In China, we have a lot of flowers that hold meaning," Minghao continues. "It's hard to pick one specifically, but... I've been liking the liĂĄnhuÄ latelyđthe lotus. It grows in muddy water and blooms above the surface, even despite those circumstances. It also represents purity, resilience, and growth."
You tilt your head as you take in his words. You already knew yourself that you didn't know much about flowers, but there's a certain curiosity that washes over you from how Minghao speaks so fondly about them. Even something as simple as a flower has layers of meaning for him.
"That's really beautiful, I..." You trail off, trying to find the right words. "I've always looked at things really surface-level, you know, like I've always found daisies beautiful because they're so simple and bright, but I never really thought much about their deeper meanings. It's kind of like... I never thought about why I liked them. It's just easy to see them and appreciate them, I guess."
Minghao blinks at you, before lowering his gaze down to the floor. "Daisies suit you."
You turn to him, dazed. "Really?"
Minghao takes a contemplative pause. "Well, they're not only... beautiful to look at, but they brighten up any space they're in."
You feel your feet seep into the floor, sinking deeper as your cheeks warm, suddenly hyper-aware of how close you were standing next to him. And it's the way he acts like he didn't fucking say anything out of the ordinary almost makes you lose it.
"Are you flirting with me right now?"
However, Minghao doesn't seem fazed by the question. Instead, his lips twitch into a small, almost imperceptible smile, and then a few seconds later, your phone rings.
Minghao just offers you a little wave of his soil-painted hand. "Have fun at work, Y/N."
"Minghao! Can you teach me how to wrap these flowers?"
Minghao casts his attention up from displaying a new set of hyacinths, catching you behind the counter with a bouquet in your hands, along with a small old lady on the other side with a cheerful grin.
There's a subtle tug at the corners of his mouth when he hears you holler for him again, and he brushes his hands against his apron, before marching his way toward you. He steps up to you, taking the flowers from your hand while you beam happily towards the old lady.
"What's the occasion for the flowers, ma'am?" You ask curiously. Th elderly woman lets out a soft laugh, resting her wrinkled hands on the counter.
"It's for my grandson! He's graduating from high school today. Time flies by, doesn't it?"
"Wow, that's such a milestone! Congratulations to him," You exclaim enthusiastically, softly clapping your hands together as Minghao deftly arranges the flowers within the wrapping paper, before sliding it over to you.
He leans in a bit more, almost too close you feel the way his arm brushes against yours and the way his breath fans against your skin.
"Fold the edges like this," Minghao instructs softly, his hands hovering right over yours. "Make sure the paper covers the stems. Too much pressure could break them; too loose could make them fall apart."
You watch as his hands follow yours while you nervously, yet carefully trace the frail edge of the paper, showing you how to make each fold with a care that's almost tender. His close proximity sends strange flutters to your stomach, but you do your best to ignore it.
"Okay, like this?" You question, pulling the paper slightly tighter around the bouquet.
Minghao hums approvingly, letting you hold the flowers while he circles a ribbon around it with ease. His hands brush against yours as he neatly ties it, and the two of you pull back to watch how it delicately falls over the bouquet.
The old lady glances between the two of you with a knowing smile.
"The two of you make such a cute couple! Do you run the shop together?"
You feel your face fire up at that, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Then you instinctively glance over at Minghao, who surprisingly doesn't seem as flustered as you are.
"Oh, um, we're notđ"
"They like to help out here once in a while," Minghao adds in smoothly, though you aren't sure if that entirely helps or not. However you know what he's saying is true, because whenever your break for work comes or on your free time, you find yourself naturally walking towards the flower shop to help out at times.
The lady just beams up even more, scooping up the bouquet in her grasp. "Well, it's nice to see young faces working together! You two sure do have a lot of chemistry."
You offer a wave of your hand. "I hope your grandson enjoys the flowers. Congratulations to him once again!"
With that, the old woman offers a small wink before turning to head out of the shop. "Thank you, dear! Take care, both of you." Her delighted steps echo off the walls as she exits the shop.
The shop grows quiet again. You let out a sigh, cracking your knuckles as you turn to Minghao, who was already wiping over the surface of the counter, making quick work of putting things back in order, and for some reason, it still doesn't wipe away the pit of awkwardness you're feeling. You wonder if he feels the same too.
"So," Minghao starts, still continuing to clean without batting a glance at you. "You're taking over my shop, it seems."
You let out a haughty scoff. "I just wanted to try wrapping some flowers for someone. Don't let it get to your head."
Minghao only chuckles lightly, though he keeps his focus on the counter, yet you could only focus on him. You can't help but admire the way his hair falls effortlessly over his forehead, the slight endearing tilt of his head as he works, and how his movements are so meticulously unique to only him. There's a certain aura he exudes that makes you feel strangely at peace, a magic that only seems to reside within the walls of the shop.
"Why didn't you say no?" You suddenly ask, the question slipping out before you could shut your mouth.
Minghao pauses mid-swipe, looking back up at you. "Say no to what?"
"To, uh... the lady back there," You stammer, feeling the heat creep back at your neck. "About us, you know... being a couple."
Minghao remains silent as he tosses the dirty wipe away. For a moment, he seems to be contemplating somethingđwhether the question, the idea, or something more.
Then he just simply shrugs. "I guess I didn't mind it," he replies lowly, and meets your eyes warily. "Does it bother you?"
Your mind goes completely blank at his question. Does it bother you? The simple truth is that you didn't expect him to answer so casually. You were expecting him to probably correct her humbly, in all honesty. After all, it was just a passing comment from a lady who didn't mean any harm behind it.
But... does it bother you?
"No, it... it doesn't bother me. Really," You respond after a pause, voice coming out a bit forced. Your heart is beating super fast right now. "I guess I just didn't expect you to go along with it since we're notđ"
"đnot a couple," Minghao finishes for you. "I know."
You feel like you're melting into a pile of goo, your thoughts scattering like ants running out of their pile.
"I'm sorry, I'm overthinking," You mumble out, trying to brush everything off with an airy laugh.
Minghao shakes his head. "I should be sorry. I made you uncomfortable."
"You-You didn't, trust me!" You wave your hands dismissively, albeit a bit dramatic. "I was just caught off-guard and didn't know how to respond."
This seems to relax Minghao's shoulders a bit, but not entirely.
"Okay," he says, and his voice is as light as a wisp getting caught in the wind. "But you'd tell me if you were uncomfortable, right?"
You give him an easy nod, maybe even confident. "I would. I promise. And you'd... tell me too?"
Minghao meets your eyes with a steady gaze, his expression soft but thoughtful. For a moment, there's a subtle shift in the air, and you can feel the weight of his words before he speaks again.
"Yeah," he answers firmly, sincerely. "I would."
When you open your mouth to speak again, your phone dings in your pocket. You squint your eyes to read over the message in your notifications, before closing up your phone.
"My meeting got cancelled." Then you blink up towards Minghao, as if trying to convey an unspoken question to him.
As if the answer wasn't already obvious, Minghao gives you a small, almost teasing smile.
"I don't mind the company," he tells you, then quirks up a brow. "Unless you do."
"I don't mind either," I like being in this place... with you. "Not at all."
Flowers bloom when the time is right. And you don't mind waiting for it.
When a flower dies, there's a certain routine that comes after it. Trim away the wilted petals, dispose of the stems, recycle them as compost, and plant the next set of blooms.
Minghao hates seeing flowers die.
The sound of crumbling petals tie a knot in his chest, the stillness that follows afterwards is almost deafening. But he knows it's an inevitable part of life. Every flower has its chance to bloom and thrive, and eventually, it will fade.
The flowers don't belong to him, after allđthey are simply passing through his care briefly before going to someone else or withering away, like everything else in life. Minghao knows it's unnecessary to hold onto these flowers so tightly, but after being surrounded by them his entire life, it's merely impossible to let go.
The bell chimes as he's composting a few camellias that had sadly wilted, and he gazes up to find a gust of snow following your footsteps as you step inside. A large, black fluffy coat hugs your body and a scarf is wrapped snugly around your neck. However this time, Minghao doesn't notice any ounce of a smile to your face.
He sets the compost bin down and wipes his hands on his apron.
"Y/N?"
There's a very subtle twitch to your expression when he calls out your name.
"Hey," You croak out, voice a bit strained. "Um... is it fine if I buy some flowers?"
Minghao feels something in his chest clench at your tone, but he pushes the feeling away with his usual calm composure, masking away any concern simmering on the surface.
"Sure," he replies, focusing on the shadows that plague over your features. "Is there anything specific you're looking for?"
Your eyes drift away from to look around the flower shop, taking note of the bright, usual blooms that surround you, yet none of them appear are what you're looking for.
"Do you have, um..." You feel like you're already going to regret this. "...anything for a funeral?"
The words float in the air between you both. Minghao's expression falters for just a moment, the calmness that he usually carries slipping as his eyes soften toward you.
"Of course," he says softly. "I have a few options."
With that, he leads you to a particular spot in the shop, where it houses all sorts of flowers with muted coloursđwhite roses and lilies, pale chrysanthemums, and pink and purple orchids all arranged neatly. Minghao watches as you gaze over each flower, but he doesn't speak yet, simply allowing you the moment to breathe.
"These are the traditional flowers for a funeral," he explains finally. "White roses for remembrance, lilies for peace, chrysanthemums for mourning, and orchids for everlasting love."
Minghao has picked flowers for funerals before. He's also seen people hold onto flowers that are long past their bloom, clinging to them as if their presence alone could bring someone back. He's been there too.
It's bit a different when it's you though, and he doesn't exactly know how to explain it.
You plod slowly throughout the display, picking up a stem here and there, but each time, you set it back down as if it didn't feel right. But when you come across the orchids, you linger a little longer on them, tenderly caressing the petals as if you were scared to break them.
"I think I'll choose these ones. The orchids," You murmur, picking up a few stems and showing it to him.
Minghao just nods, taking the ones from your hands and grabbing a few more to finish the rest of the bouquet, moving with careful precision.
"I'll handle the rest, don't worry," he assures you as he gracefully works to arrange the orchids.
None of you choose to say anything more, only letting the diffident silence stretch. For some reason, the shop feels a little more cooler, the air heavier than usual. The only sound is the rustling of Minghao's hands moving carefully over the flowers, the quiet snap of a stem as he trims it with his shears. Outside, the snow continues to fall.
Minghao doesn't press for any details, yet even in the quiet, you have a feeling that he knows. Maybe that's why he's just letting his hands speak for him.
"Here you go." He offers you a neat bouquet of pale lavender orchids.
You step up to him to retrieve it from his grasp, bringing it close to your chest. "Thank you."
Minghao knows he shouldn't let his feelings get in the way, but as he takes note of the slight glassiness to your eyes and small tremble of your hands holding the bouquet, he isn't sure how much longer he can hold it in. He feels guilty when he lets his eyes drift down to your lips for a second, before averting it back up quickly.
The smile you give him is nothing short of fragile, faint, but it's there. And then, with a sudden leap, you find yourself leaning into Minghao's embrace without thinking, wrapping your arms around his body as if he was the only thing in the world that was preventing you from falling down. And in a way, he is.
His arms catch you instinctively, gentle yet steady, embracing around you like flowers petals folding inward for protection. His warmth seeps into you as if he were the sun reaching a flower in the early hours of dawn, and his hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, encouraging you to press closer into his warmth.
You don't cryđnot entirely. A single tear slips past your lashes, landing silently against his shoulder. He feels it, but he doesn't move, doesn't say anything, and just lets you... be.
"I'm sorry," You mumble into his shoulder. "I didn't mean tođ"
"Don't be," Minghao interrupts softly. "It's okay."
You pull away for a moment to look up at him. He's still holding you. His hands have fallen down to your sides, resting there as if he's held you like this before. The way you're looking at him has Minghao nearly forgetting how to breathe; it nearly urges to him to lean down and close the distance between the two of you.
His gaze lingers on your lips, and for a split second, Minghao almost allows himself to follow the instinct to lean in.
But then he stops himself.
He's not sure what this is, what the right thing to do is. His thoughts are tangled mess of rootsđhe's always been careful with holding himself back, with promising to wait, yet something about the way you look at him makes it feel like the only right thing to do is to give in.
But he can't. Not yet. Not when you're so fragile and baring yourself raw to him.
Yet he sees the way your eyes flutter at him, the way a crease of question forms in between your brows as if you're also unsure of what this moment is, but there's a longing there too. It's almost pleading. And you lean in a little more towards him.
"Y/N," he breathes out your name, and it's the first time you ever heard his voice shake like that. "We... We shouldn't."
You don't say anything at first, your eyes searching his face like you're trying to read something. You open your mouth, close it, and then, with a slight exhale, you step back, only a little, but enough to let the cool air seep in between you.
"I'm sorry, I..." You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, letting out a sniffle. "Fuck, I'm sorry..."
Minghao feels his chest tighten. "It's okayđ"
"I-I just wanted to feel something for a moment, you know? Everything is such a mess right now and the first person I thought of was you, because I like... the way you make me feel. I like it way more than I should. And that... that it's okay if you don't feel that way too."
Minghao's heart stutters at that, and perhaps the world even pauses too. All words that want to leave him become stuck in his throat, because he knows deep downđfrom as far back as the moment you walked into the flower shopđthat he's felt the same way for far too long.
So, he settles with taking one hand from your side and slowly reaching up to trace your warm cheek with his thumb, his touch delicate as if he's afraid he might cause your petals to fall down. He brushes away a lingering tear that had been drying up on your skin and lets his hand stay there.
"You... deserve way more than just comfort in a moment like this," Minghao starts quietly. "But you're grieving right now, and I don't want to take advantage of that. I don't want to just be someone who's here for a moment, because... you mean so much to me more than that."
Your lips form into a tight, thin line, and you flicker your gaze towards the floor, the heaviness in the air still weighing down on your shoulders.
"Minghao..."
"And if I act on what I feel, it wouldn't be fair to you," Minghao continues, voice trembling slightly as he speaks. "I want it to be because you know what you want. And if you ever give me that chance, I promise I'll be here for you. Not just now, not just in this moment, but... for everything. When you're ready; when you're healed; when it feels right, I'll be heređI always have been."
There's a lump in your throat that you swallow down. For a while, you could only simply stand there, feeling as if you're teetering on the edge of something you can't quite reach. But even as you stand in this stillness, there's something in his words that echoes off the walls of your mindđit's understanding, and it's care, and it feels like a promise.
"I... I know. I just... I'm sorry for putting all this on you. I think I need space to... heal and think." Then you look back up at him, wonder tainting your features. "Will you wait for me?"
The question feels a bit silly to ask, and it makes Minghao's features soften as he looks at you, a warmth in his chest that spreads like the first rays of sunlight breaking through a cold morning.
"I've already been waiting for you," he says, almost cheekily, and it seems to lighten the moment a little. "I haven't planned on stopping anytime soon."
The chuckle that leaves you isn't forced; in fact, it's quite relieving. It feels like the start of something, and Minghao feels a flicker of hope at the sound.
You reluctantly separate yourself away from him, cradling the bouquet of orchids to your chest, and let out an exhale you hardly realise you were holding in.
"I'll be okay, you know," You tell him, even if it's a bit of lie, or half the truth. You can't tell which.
Minghao glances down to your hands, as if you're holding a piece of your heart wrapped up within the petals, before back up to your eyes.
"I know," is all he says.
The world doesn't stop for grief, but it's okay to pause for a little while.
Minghao wonders if flowers ever feel the same bittersweet pull when their petals fallđthe ache of letting go, but the quiet hope of something new taking root.
You haven't stepped foot in the flower shop in a while. At least, not as often as you used to come.
The absence is especially daunting, and Minghao can't help but feel it every time the bell chimes and it isn't you that walks through the door. On rare occasion you'd swing by to say hello during your breaks at work and sometimes, a pretty, shy smile from you before you disappear back into the world outside.
It's strange how easily your presence had come to be a part of the rhythm of his days. He used to wonder how someone like you would be drawn to the boring stillness of a flower shop. But now the place feels more emptier than before you came into his life, the petals around him somehow less vibrant, the air colder, even when the sun streams through the windows.
He tries not to dwell on it, but he can't help the nagging feeling that maybe you've drifted away, maybe things have changed. Maybe he was just a moment for you. And now, that moment has passed.
So he simply spends his days in the shop, moving between shelves of blossoms and arranging bouquets, but his thoughts always return to you. To the quiet moments when your voice would fill the space between the flowers, to the way you cared and tended the blooms even when you had no reason to.
It makes him think that if flowers could speak for us, then what might they say about you? Would they say you were someone who saw beauty in the smallest things? Minghao often found himself wishing that flowers could speak just so he can hear what they would say about you.
But flowers don't speak, of course. They just bloom and stretch toward the light, growing in places where they are tended to, and even in those that have been forgotten.
Maybe that's what Minghao wasđa forgotten flower of his own waiting to be seen, to be noticed.
Luckily, he was able to distract himself a bit today with a few deliveries for a couple of upcoming weddings and a new arrangement for the store he was preparing to do in the next few days, along with piles of orders for days. But it still wasn't enough.
As he flips the sign on the window to display Closed, he fumbles for his keys to lock the door. However, the sound of the bell rings through the shop, stopping him mid-motion. Minghao lifts a brow up, not expecting for anyone to show up right as he's about to close up.
And when he looks up, he freezes.
"I'm not late, aren't I?"
It's you.
The way your voice comes out all shaky like you're out of breath, yet soft has Minghao feeling as if he's sinking into quicksand. The sight of you standing at the doorway is a dream he never dares to wake up from.
"You're not," Minghao manages to say, somehow. "You're just in time."
Your lips tug into a small, relieved smile, and it's enough to make the air feel lighter in the shop. You take a few hesitant steps so that you're fully inside, letting the door shut behind you with a faint click.
Your lips tug into a small, relieved smile, and it's enough to make the air feel lighter in the shop. You take a few hesitant steps so that you're fully inside, letting the door shut behind you with a faint click. You take in the familiar, fresh scent of all the blooms and greenery around you, and it hits you in the heart just how much you've missed this place.
"I had, uh⊠a late shift at work," You explain unsurely. "so I thought about stopping by, but I wasn't sure if you'd still be here."
Minghao just shakes his head, watching as you brush your fingertips over some lilies and baby's breaths that were displayed on a small table near the window. Gosh, he'd do anything to flat out say how much he missed you, how much he'd been thinking about you, but he doesn't.
"Have you been busy?" You ask him.
"A little," he responds. "but manageable, I would say."
"Ah⊠that's good," You mumble, voice trailing off as you start to make your way in his direction, catching eye on a particular bouquet sitting on the counter behind him. "No-show again?"
Minghao lets out a sigh, and he feels you following behind as he walks towards the counter. He picks up the bouquet in his hand, letting his gaze fall over it.
"Mhm," he hums. "But it's alright, really. Happens more often than you think."
You quirk a brow as your eyes roam over the bouquet, and a particular, almost knowing look stretches across your lips.
"That's funny," You huff, taking the bouquet from his grasp. It held a colourful variety of hydrangeas. "It looks a lot like an order I placed a few days ago."
Minghao's heart skips a beat as he watches you carefully examine the bouquet, his breath caught in his throat.
"This⊠was yours?" he questions in surprise.
"Yeah, IâŠ" You bite your lips sheepishly. "It was sort of an impulsive thing, I guess."
Minghao only continues to watch as you admire the bouquet, caressing over the delicate wrapping paper and the all-too familiar bow that he would tie all of his other arrangements.
"Impulsive, huh?" Minghao teases lightly, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "Well, you certainly picked a good one."
You look up at him, a small, tentative smile forming on your face. "I guess I just wanted to get something special. For someone."
Minghao feels his heart sink at that, a flutter of hope and uncertainty colliding in his chest. Someone.
He opens his mouth to say something, but the words get caught in his throat, unsure if it's his place to ask, or if he even wants to hear the answer.
"I see," he says instead, trying to keep his tone relaxed, though there's a hint of sadness to his voice that he silently hopes you don't notice.
You take note of his unreadable expression, over the way his eyes appear downcast and a subtle tension to his posture.
However, this doesn't make you stop from gripping the bouquet tighter in your grasp, and then in the next moment, you're stepping closer and offering it over to him.
"I hope you like them," You state, holding out the bouquet thing as if was the most natural thing in the world.
Minghao glances at the bouquet quizzically, the same one he had just been holding, then back at you. His face shifts between a million different expressionsđconfusion, surprise, hope, and everything in betweenđbefore the tension in his chest eases just slightly as he finally registers what you're doing.
He's a florist, for crying out loud. He's usually the one to be giving flowers to people. Never in his years of practically living in the shop has anyone offered flowers to him. The gesture is practically foreign, yet in this moment, it feels so right.
His fingers graze against yours as he hesitantly takes it from your hands, but you fully let go. Instead, you cover his hand with yours, warmth spreading between you as you gently press your palm against his. His heart is beating in his throat, in his ears, everywhere in his body, and he wonders if you can feel it too.
"I missed you," You declare softly, yet a pinch of urgency behind your words. "I missed you so fucking much."
His chest tightens, and it's as if the weight of everything crushes him in the best possible way. All the time he had spent wondering if you had forgotten about him, if maybe you had moved on, it all melts away in an instant. Because you're here. And you're saying everything he's been craving to hear.
And gosh, does he want to kiss you right now.
This time, Minghao doesn't waste a second. He brings a hand up to cradle the side of your neck as he presses his lips to yours. It's perhaps a bit desperate first, making him swallow down a faint sigh you let out but it quickly settles into something softer, deeper, like two people who've been waiting for this moment for far too long.
He can feel the slight tremble in your breath as your lips move against his, and he pulls back slightly, just to make sure you were still with him.
Minghao lets his thumb lightly caress over your cheek as if trying to memorise the feeling of your skin under his touch, as if he'd been starved for this closeness.
"I missed you too," he whispers, a breath away from your lips. "The flowers did too."
A light, airy chuckle escapes from you. "Oh, did they?"
"Of course," Minghao murmurs, his lips curling upwards against your skin. "They've been waiting for you to come back."
"Well, I better not keep them waiting anymore then, right?" You jest playfully, leaning in back once again.
Minghao doesn't hesitate to meet you halfway. "Nope," he says firmly against your mouth. "I think they've waited long enough."
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Deadpool & Wolverine: Scenes from an unconventional marriage.
Pre script authors note: The following was inspired by a few conversations between @icarusredwings and myself, part of which was a scenario that i thought would be funny... if this is your first story reading one of my AUs (first of all. woof, you picked a long one) Secondly. The boys have money, Peter works for them as an assistant and logistics expert. They live in Kansas city because of Wade's crusade against anti-mutant GMO corn... go back and read KoKC for details. Link below.
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Kansas City Missouri Earth-10005 (2031-ish)
When two murderous Canadian mercenaries love each other very much...
Part 1 : paternal instincts.
Our scene opens up where most of our scenes open with this author.
The 19th floor of 700 W 31st Street Kansas City Missouri.
(the building known to its Tennants as One Park Place tower)
International headquarters of Malfeasance and Fraud Mitigation (Mercs for Money) LLC. And home to Logan and Wade Howlett-Wilson.
And Blind Al don't forget her! And Mary puppens I'll stab you if fucking forget about her. By the way Brace yourself folks this might be a crossover AU one-shot non canonical story.
Wade was talking to himself as usual having left the office after chain smoking a pack of Lucky Strikes and going over Financials with Peter and Althea. The business part of the business of killing was a huge pain in the ass. Logan insisted he take an active role beyond just killing. It was hell on his undiagnosed autism/ADHD.
Fuck Excell, fuck spreadsheets, fuck shopping around for cheaper ammo to save a dollar, this Is a Winchester house we're not buying off brand bullets from eastern Europe!
But it was finally over and he could enjoy the rest of his day. Which he intended on doing as he walked towards Logan sitting on the couch in the livingroom. He had a Nintendo Switch and was playing Mario 3 online.
He'd taken a liking to playing games ever since Laura convinced him to play Smash Brothers with her a few years ago.... Wade loved that he'd picked up what many especially the Wolverine himself would consider an unserious hobby.
he sucked at it, but he was trying to improve. He had recently beat Zelda: link to the past, but he still couldn't beat Laura at Smash Bros. Wade sat down next to him with a thud.
You get all your work done for the day princess? He asked without looking up from his screen.
I did. It was terrible. I hate it. Please don't make me do it again. Wade gently puts a hand on Logans thigh, not necessarily with amorous intentions. It's more like trying to ground himself after a stressful afternoon by connecting with his Wolverine.
Sorry bub, but you gotta learn about the actual business. It'll give you a better perspective before you go spending money. Besides its our company, and it's more than shooting fools. Now, if you gimme a sec I'll find a stopping point. These little fucking turtles have been giving me hell.
Thier Koopas penut, stomping on turtles, would be cruel. As for Al and Peter, they are the best at what they do... and what they do isn't very interesting.
Logan chuckles at Wade's bad joke, turning off his game. You smell like cigarettes bub, you know those are bad for your health. *sniffs* lucky strikes.... you know I remember when lucky strike was a plug tobacco brand (chewing tobacco bound together with molasses the 1870s were a weird time)
That sounds disgusting Penut... also I think smoking is the least of my problems. You didn't have to stop playing your game I just Wanted to be near you. But speaking of, did I tell you I was in a video game once?
Logan was accustomed to this line of thought at this point, they were in a film, a fanfic on Tumblr, a comic book, a novel... a video game was new... he couldn't see the audience, as far as he knew his choices were his own. But he didn't immediately dismiss Wade like he had in the past, because when he said things like this, there was a thread, especially if Wade said something ominous. He knew to clock it and treat the situation with care.
You were? Tell me about it bub. He said this as he pulled Wade onto his lap, feeling the need for a little cuddling while his garrulous lover regaled him with a meandering story... he liked it.
Well Penut it was the far off year of 2013, my voice sounded like Nolan North at the time and not the buttery Ryan Reynolds tones I have today. It was before the Deadpool movies and I didn't have the budget for a Hollywood actor.
Logan shook his head in mock understanding, not understanding what he meant by having a different voice at all.
Anyway, cutting past the tutorial levels, I remember Cable was there, and so we're you. Well, not you, one of you. Ya' know.
Logan gave Wade a little squeeze at the mention of Wade's ex, Cable... something about that guy made him feel possessive, not a normal reaction for a pair that generally regarded themselves as polyamorous. It probably had something to do with him being (this universe's) Scotts son which is a situation that's weird on its face before someone explained time travel to you and once that was done Logan would have to open a whole can of worms regarding trauma of love lost, parallel universes, and his Scott...
he pushed it to the back of his brain as Wade told his story, how he went on an adventure and that other Logan. he even let me fly the Blackbird... this, of course, resulted in disaster... he crashed it, leading in to a light explanation of how his and that Logans relationship was... tense.
Wade went on about traipsing through the ruins of Genosha a totally real place Logan was unfamiliar with...
there was no Genosha or Krakoa in his universe, and by far the largest difference between the world's he'd noted. It was a land populated by mutants that had suffered a brazen attack by humans... a story Logan was all too familiar with. It's a story he's been doing his best to live with. Pulling himself out again he focuses on Wade's story, he'd mentioned a musical number with Lady Death (who was not played by Aubrey Plaza at the time wade lamented) and then discovery that it hadn't been Agatha all along but Mister Sinister at the heart of the problem.
He'd planned on destroying Wade's favorite taco restaurant along with the rest of the world by *checks notes* exhuming mutant bodies to obtain their unique DNA.... or something. It was almost 20 years ago penut so it's fuzzy.
An injustices Wade simply could not stand for. He personally killed several of Sinisters clones in the process of ultimately stopping his evil scheme before confronting him at Magneto's old Citadel where he'd been hiding out...
I squashed him like a bug under the boot of an old Sentinel, Penut! The big purple kind like from X-men 97! Anyway, the credits role and because of licensing issues, the game is only available to play on hard disk, and it's expensive.
Logan nodded his head (again) in tacit agreement with this statement as if he completely understood *he didn't* kissed Wade on the cheek and held him. He was about to suggest that he and Wade go for a walk when Wade jumped off his lap
Oh, Penut! Talking about Sinister reminds me of something!
Wade ran across the room and headed towards the large storage room they kept some sundry items in, the Christmas tree, seasonal stuff and a few boxes of Wade's "crap" that he couldn't get rid of. Mind you this wasn't Wolverines terminology, Wade had written in red crayon on the boxes Crap. Out of curiosity Logan had followed behind him and was standing in the door watching Wade feverishly dig through boxes, opening them taking stuff out and Searching for something.
Amongst the random objects was a furry red doll with a grande attached to it. Logan quickly picks it up.
Wade, why dose this doll have a live Fucking grande attached to it... I thought we agreed all explosives stay at the safe house not the condo!
Oh, tickle me Hell-mo, in fairness Penut I forgot he was even in that box... I forgot what was in a lot of these boxes, trinkets, souvenirs... grenades... apparently. I just knew i didn't want to throw these things away. He rifled through another box as he said this and pulled out a large gray rectangular device with buttons nobs and a small readout display.
FOUND IT! c'mon Penut, I'll clean this up later. I want to show you something. Wade rushed out of the storage room as fast as he'd ran in, Logan followed behind exploding doll in hand. He knew he'd better just entertain whatever it was Wade wanted to show him. Besides, he is kinda cute when he's excited about something.
Ok Princess, what about that box has got you so worked up.
Wade sets it on the marble counter.
Sinister was a sick fuck, and certifiably evil... but he was a brilliant geneticist and created several devices for harvesting DNA... I, lightly acquired a few things.
You stole shit.
I WASN'T PAID! so yeah after killing the fucker FOR FREE and distracting the X-men who conveniently showed up after I did all the work, I rooted around the citadel where he'd set up shop. I took this! He said pointing at the device. He then proceeded to pull out an instruction manual seemingly from thin air and read it out loud.
This device can take the DNA of two or more individuals regardless of gender and re-combine it to make a new life.
Logan was taken aback, not only by the inference that this device could assist them in having biological children together... but because Wade fucking read something out loud flawlessly without having to sound it out...
Bub, you can read today?
I guess so... but I'll probably only be able to write in Mandarin tomorrow. So enjoy it while you can. But to the point at hand, Penut, I want to have your babies. And with this I believe we can... with the help of a surrogate.
Sweet heart (Logan said as gently as possible in an attempt to spare his feelings) I don't think we're ready for kids, especially little ones.
Logan held up the explosive doll as exhibit A for his argument.
Wade responds by just looking at Logan, big comic book accurate blue eyes staring right in to his soul, Logan could see the tears welling up....
Jesus, bub! Stop! You emotionally manipulative little cunt! Logan broke his gaze and looked out the window pretending to be interested in downtown...
Look Princess, I know how badly you want a kid of your own... you told me all about it.
But you've got some steps to take before I consider being a father to a new life with you... firstly who's gonna surrogate? And don't tell me Ness, she's a good friend but that's asking a lot of her and don't be all depressed if she tells you no.
Secondly... and I can't believe I'm saying this... but if you want me to even flirt with the Ideas Wade, we gotta make this house a safe place and... buy one of the units next to us to expand into so the kid has a room... and you gotta get a safe for the guns and a locked case for the swords. we can't have them accessible to a toddler... no more keeping a Glock in the silverware drawer, no more LadySmith revolvers under the couch cushions. No more cocain in the pantry labeled "flour" in mason jars.
Well... that doesn't sound like a No, Penut... or should I say... Daddy?
Logan cringed at Deadpool, calling him daddy in a decidedly nonsexual tone. It didn't sound normal.
If the Wolverine wasn't sure about this, he probably shouldn't have given Wade a goal with clearly defined parameters...
Wade had hyper focus and devoted himself to baby proofing the condo, weapons secured. Drugs removed (by consuming them, Logan didn't say he couldn't have fun)
He negotiated buying the vacant one bedroom unit that was on the other side of their office walls, blew out said wall, and had contractors built two new large bedroom suites with bathrooms. He installed a Cypher lock on the office door and... yes, the golden girls were behind glass in a locked display cabinet. Something he could punch through should he need to defend the house quickly.
He did this all with his personal funds. Everything was on course... accept finding a surrogate... believe it or not, Vanessa wasn't actually Wade's first choice. He didn't want to ask her to commit to the inconvenience, especially since he didn't want to interfere with her relationship with Dermot... also the touchy subject of asking the woman you wanted to start a family with to hay... help me start a family with my husband it'll be fun! No... Vanessa would be a fun aunt, but he knew he'd have to seek out the services of a professional or something.
They did find an agency that helped them meet with potential surrogates. It wasn't cheap.
A situation that was more complicated than taxes, filing out mountains of paperwork. Then they had to actually meet these women. Money they had... interview skills not so much. Especially when a few walked in, saw Wade's face, and immediately walked out. The best ones screamed, the worst one thought she was on one of those terrible reality prank shows...
Logan despised the nights after such interviews. Holding Wade as he wept.
Logan... what if my own baby thinks I'm scary? What if they don't want to be seen with me or worse they're bullied at school for being the son of a monster... *loud sobs* because it's true, I am a monster. A murderer, a war criminal whose outside is exactly who he is on the inside... a freak.
Logan had gotten Wade to believe him after years when he said he loved him, his scars added depth and character and that he thought his husband was the sexiest man to walk the earth, the void, and the multivers.
But that only applied to him, others... well, given how the interviews went, it was a blow to his ego.... and his mental health. It'd be days before he got Wade to come back out from under his hood or mask. But that was a problem for tomorrow. But for tonight, Wade had entered a shutdown for lack of a betterword... Logan held him, fed him, got in the large shower with him, washed him, and went to bed, tucked in the large bed he held his beloved who had curled himself up in to a ball.
Tomorrow will be better Princess, we'll find the right person, and I promise any baby of ours will love you and be kind. Because that's who you are, really on the inside bub... you forget it. But as long as I've known you, your heart has been in the right place in the end, and you're kinder than I am by a country mile.
The sleep that night was thankfully dreamless for the both of them.
The next morning, Logan made a simple breakfast of eggs and toast for both of them. Putting the bottles of salsa and sriracha near Wade plate... he looked at the clock. 6:30 am
Meaning it was 7:30 in New York. He'd try and give Vanessa a call in half an hour knowing she'd be up by then for sure. He needed to commiserate with someone who understood Wade like he did.
The phone call he had that morning was surprising. He'd let Vanessa know what'd been going on with the agency... and the drama... he was shocked to learn she didn't even know they were considering having a baby.
Wade, didn't tell you?
No Red's not said a word of this to me, I'm honestly confused as to why you goofballs didn't ask me first.
Well, after yesterday, I might as well be the one to ask. Would you consider it Ness?
I... hmmm.... tell you What, this isn't exactly a phone conversation, and it sounds like I need to have a chat with my buddy... I can be there this weekend if you can help a sister out with at ride.
*Logan scoffs playfully* sure I'll have peter send out a G700 to pick you up.
Oooo spoil me, Daddy she retorted.
Logan gaged... gross Ness.
She cackled at getting the old man's goat for a solid minute before they finally wrapped up the call, Logan could definitely see why she and Wade had clicked.
It was another down day, no jobs scheduled, they could afford to take longer breaks and be choosy with contracts. Althea had the money making money with a few business development investments, the purpose of which was to launder money and pay taxes, the fringe benefit being they actually produced a small regular incom. (Please stop talking about the intricacies of the business, haven't I suffered enough!)
A short walk away on the other side of Broadway is the Penn Valley off leash dog park. Mary loved being able to run about and the boys liked that they didn't have to worry about her getting hit by a car... not that it would have affected her for long, but they both knew regenerating is something you'd rather not do if you didn't have to. Wade was indeed tightly tucked into a hoodie hiding his face as best he could. Logan would address that later. They got to the dog park gate without issue, Wade actively avoiding any other people they saw on the way.
Logan unhooked the leash from the ring on her doggy vest, and she was off like a bat out of hell to do whatever it is Dogpools do when they have a whole field to run in. He pulled out a cigar from his pocket case. A Cohiba, a real one from Cuba, smuggled it himself from a job that took them to the Caribbean. He carefully cut the tip with a specialized Xikar cutter, lit the end of a cedar strip, and used the growing flame from it to light his cigar... a lot of ritual for something you literally burn. But Logan found it calming, he also needed one of his strongest cigars to help cover up the smell of the dog park... even if everyone picked up after their dog (they most certainly didn't) the smell was not great for Logan.
We should both probably cut back on the smoking when the babies get here penut... he said this as he pulled out a cigarette... they didn't do much for either of them chemically. Wade just enjoyed the habit, something comforting about it... plus if Wolvy was gonna have a cigar, it made him feel like it was a couples activity. Doing a mundane thing together was one of Wade's favorite things.
I spoke to Ness this morning.
Oh, I hope she's doing well. I need to call her.
I wouldn't worry about it, she'll be here this weekend... Wade, sweetheart... why didn't you tell Ness about our plans, she seemed a little hurt you didn't tell her.
She's traveling a thousand miles, probably to tell me off. I think she's more than hurt if she's coming out here... you know Penut... you said that I shouldn't get my hopes up with her... and I kinda took it to heart... Also I have my own hangups about it... Firstly being how insensitive it sounds on it's face. "Hay Ness, if you and Dermot aren't using it, can we rent your womb? Only 9 months, first month deposit up front!"
But more importantly, for the better part of a decade, Vanessa has been pulled into the misadventures of Deadpool. I love her (platonically). I'm glad we were able to stay friends... but she really doesn't need to get wrapped up in my problems, schemes, and drama... again. Not at my request anyway. A big issue I have is personal, I was going to start a family with her. Asking felt... regressive. But also to the point, her proximity to me has gotten her kidnapped and killed before. I still feel guilty about it.
You also traveled the multivers to save this reality for her, also you traveled back in time and saved her bub.
Aint you ever seen endgame. That's not how time travel works. Somewhere out there, in some other time line, Vanessa is still dead, and it's my fault. This is just a branched timeline.
Since when has the timeline ever made Since bub!
*Loud gasp* PENUT DID YOU JUST BREAK THE FOURTH WALL?
I don't think so, bub... I don't see the people, but I remember you trying to explain how the "other me" time traveled in 2014, and now there aren't Sentinel's running death camps. That the timeline changed and converged.
This is no different Princess, don't think about it too hard, you said. So I'm telling you the same thing. Don't fret about it bub, Vanessa is alive... and she will be here Saturday.
You're too good for me, Penut. I Don't deserve you.
No, you don't... he said as he picked a small plastic bag out of his pocket. You literally stole me. But I love you anyway. Now go pick up the massive shit Mary just took. I refuse for us to be the kind of people who just leave it.
Wade took the bag.
It's probably Stockholm syndrome Penut.
Vanessa arrived Saturday afternoon, in a Falcon 900LX. It was the best Peter could arrange on short notice... not that Vanessa knew the difference between a G700 and a Falcon, she was just happy not to be on Southwest. Dermot was with her... the man was almost the antithesis of Wade, He liked Hiking and he was quite to the point of being accused of being shy. Dry witted... and as he'd recently discovered when he went to the gun range with the boy's last 4th of July... a lousy shooter. But he was stable, kind, and good-natured. Definitely willing to go along to get along with a lot of Wade's antics at parties. He knew why Vanessa had come, and he was perfectly fine with it. It didn't interfere with his plans at all. He was a slow burner and Vanessa hadn't indicated she was in any hurry to tie the knot. But that's a story for another time.
Wade had gone the extra mile to spoil them. A black limousine complete with champagne greeted them on the tarmac and whisked them off to casa de chaos.
She walked in the door like she owned the place, dropping her bag by the door. She walked to the dining room table and sat...
Come over here and sit with me boys. We got a lot to talk about and I'd like to waste no time getting down to business.
Oh, so direct. Wade said in a catty tone high enough to indicate he was joking as he winked
We're gonna gloss over the fact that you didn't involve me with your family planning from the start... but I hear you've had a hard time landing a surrogate. she cut eyes at Wade as she said this. Wordlessly airing all of her hurt feelings and grievances regarding not even being told Wade and Logan were trying to have a baby. Something one would think a best friend would be told
I'd like to make an offer. On the condition that despite you two being my best friends... I aint doing this for free.
Oh, if that's the case Ness then you gotta interview like all the rest. He said this in a joking tone but she didn't miss a beat.
Ok Red, I've been substance free for over 20 years, I don't smoke. I promise not to drink or eat selfish for the entire pregnancy, and I'm one of two people in this room who've seen you naked and didn't require drugs and therapy after.
Yeah... my dick dose look like a peperoni somone forgot in the air fryer.
And your sack looks like someone took a crown royal bag, filled it with puss, and ran it through the middle of a hog pin.
Wade smiles. And laughs a little...
Ok, Ness. you got the job.
Great, I knew you'd see it my way. She proceeded to write a number on a piece of paper and slid it across.
That's my price. Also, Dermot and I are gonna be long-term hous guests for obvious reasons. Convenient since he can do his job remotely....
Wade looked at the number, showed it to Logan, and smirked... I think the both of you could retire for this much money... but nothing is too good for my baby. I am going to have to kill several people for this.
Bub, we might have to overthrow a government.
Pff like that's something new.
Lucky you Ness, you get to be the first person to stay in one of the new rooms... and tangentially responsible for a potential war crime! He grinned like the devil at her
---
Shortly after the contract was finalized, Vanessa and Dermot moved in, and it was a short trip to New York... the boys provided a sample and Mister Sinisters machine to Dr. Henry McCoy... who was fascinated by the whole thing (he later wrote an entire dissertation on it) he helped with the procedure... the result of which was one Vanessa Carlysle pregnant with the Biological child of the combined DNA of Deadpool and Wolverine...
The following 9 months went surprisingly smoothly (apart from one small incident with a serial killer, but that's a chapter in the Noir, we will worry about it later)
The day came... Vanessa went into labor, early in the morning. Thankfully, it seemed like it would be free of complications. meaning that Wade and Vanessa both got their wish for thus day. The baby was born at home.
Wade had an aversion to hospitals. Bad memories of cancer diagnosis, and a general fear of strange men in white lab coats. Not every man mind you. He was cool with Beast and other people he knew personally and he knew a few scientists and doctors... Logan wasn't averse to hospitals apart from the smells of disinfectant and illness mixed together. Vanessa was a bit new age for her justification, why bring life into the world in a place so many go to die, on top of it being uncomfortable, and expensive.
As a result, the midwife was called arrangements were made and the new life was soon ushered into the world. They say history doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme. Like his father Logan, who was born at home to an affluent family in a room where he'd spend his childhood, this baby was born in the penthouse of a tower to affluent parents in a room he'd inhabit well in to his 20s.
Vanessa wasn't in labor long. No birth is a walk in the park, but she would tell you it was pretty easy and without drama compared to others. She pushed one last time, and he was out. Vanessa did get the honor of holding him first after the midwife cleaned him up... Logan couldn't resist the urge; the umbilical cord was carefully cut with an adamantium claw blade. He had been offered a scalpel for the record.
Hay there, little guy... it's a pleasure to meet you.
She held him for 5 minutes before she called Wade over.
I know someone who's been waiting a very long time for you... I think it's time you should finally meet him
Vanessa handed the tiny bundle to Wade, who had whipped off his shirt the second Vanessa called him over. I read that skin to skin contact was beneficial to the baby. he'd said as he carefully supported the babies head and neck and brought him in closer to his chest.
Welcome to the world... I apologize for the state of it, but I have indeed waited a long time to meet you, little guy... I'm Wade, but please call me dad. Your other dad over there is the Wolverine, that makes you my Kitten. I promise you I'll do the best i can being your father. Please don't judge me too harshly.
Babe, get over here and take your shirt off.
If I had a dollar for every time you've said that to me.
So what should we name him...
You didn't think of a name already!
Logan said it was bad luck *shrugs*
But at least we got the last name sorted Howlett-Wilson đ
Bub, hyphenated names are a pain in the ass... its not a problem for us because we rarely use our real married name for anything official... let's just give him your last name.
Wade scrunched his face with a little distaste...
Wolvy he's our baby. He should have something from both of us... I mean, besides our mental illness... that's a given.
Tell you what princess; how about we Name him James. It was my name... once, but I don't use it anymore. He can have it.
His middle name however was a much longer discussion... mostly because Wade offered several typical Deadpool options that Logan Veto'ed outright.
Thunderdick! No. Skullcursher!? God, no. James MAGNUM Wilson! That's terrible Wade...
It went on for a minute before Vanessa finally chimed in. Evan... I've always liked that name.
Well, it's a normal name. So I like it.
Works for me, Penut. Though it'd be a lot cooler if it was Danger... but that's my middle name.
Your middle name is Winston.... idiot!
Part two: the Life and Times of James E. Wilson (hope you like crossover AUs)
James's earliest memory is his father, Wade holding him, comforting him... but also crying. He vaguely remembered being at the playground, running and jumping as most toddlers do... tripping on something and skinning his knees on the sidewalk... he naturally had the reaction of crying from the pain and surprise... it wasn't until James was much older that he understood why his dad kept mumbling why aren't you healing?
It's ok, dad... you don't need to cry. I already feel better.
Even at a young age, he felt compelled to comfort someone else. To help. It broke him out of thinking about his own problems, including skinned knees...
The result of this little accident was Wade panicking. They went back to the house and grabbed the dog and his other dad. Papa (or the big bad wolf if James was misbehaving) no amount of reasoning or comments from Logan couldn't stop him or calm Wade down.
Logan Howlett-Wilson get your ass in the car and drive us to the airport right now! Were going to the Mansion to see the fucking doctor RIGHT NOW!
Logan got the message, Wade didn't forgo pet names unless he was bone chillingly serious in intention and resolve. So within minutes, they were on a jet to New York. Where James met a fuzzy blue man he liked very much despite the blood draw. That was uncomfortable, but he found the lab he was in fascinating... weather or not, this influenced his future career he couldn't fully say. But probably a little.
The news delivered to the... not so young, but definitely, new parents was not stellar... Hank had run several tests and analyzed James' DNA structure. He possessed the X-Gene, but it was dormant due to being recessive. Much like Wade he'd have to undergo profound trauma to activate it. There was no guarantee he'd come out the other end with a healing factor. It could be anything... furthermore, it was highly unethical and unthinkable to subject a child.... Wade cut him off
I know a lot of people don't think highly of me. But how fucking dare you assume I'd even entertain the idea of tormenting my child.
Easy bub, I don't think Hank was implying anything. Ya' know he gets lost in the hypotheticals. Right Hank!?
The blue man nodded in agreement.
We will just... have to be extra careful.
Wade picked James up. C'mon soldier. There's a big metal doofus ya gotta meet.
---
One particular afternoon James was sitting in his office recounting some memories with his friend Gregory. Though they had a habit of referring to each other by sir name. Wilson and House
(what a twist)
The day the two met was actually one of the few points in time that if you knew who his parents were you'd say "oh yeah, that is clearly the offspring of Deadpool and Wolverine" it was at a medical conference in New Orleans. Wilson dosn't remember the exact circumstances he'd been drinking but his father's tempers came out of him as he'd threw punches and generally effectively kicked ass at a bar brawl (Wade would have been so proud) House ever the shit stirrer jumped in and backed him up. Truly his fathers son, meeting your best friend as a result of incredible violence... in a bar.
House had actually just finished telling Wilson about his most recent case, yet another patient that had been previously misdiagnosed as having lupus. It was Hashimoto's disease if you're curious. The interactions he'd had with the patient made him think she'd been being neglected, bare minimum socially isolated... he recognized his own surliness in others. It resulted in a dressdown of her parents that he was certain would result in an office visit with Cuddy and detention after school.
High-school wasn't a fun time for Gregory...
You know it wasn't exactly fun for me either.
From the age of 11 to the time he left for med school, he was escorted by armed gaurds to and from school. Growing up in Kansas city, he'd gone to Pembroke Hill School, a private school that specialized in STEM that's tuition cost as much as a new car annually... he was one of only two kid's that went to that school that arrived with a security detail, not however the only one that arrived in a limousine. The other kid was the child of Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift. They weren't friends... he didn't really have friends.
Aww poor little rich boy
House chided at him
At least you didn't get shoved into a locker...
Which was true. He didn't have friends but he didn't have enemies either. The closest thing he had to a best friend was his Grandma Al and Mr. Yoshitomi his driver/lead bodyguard. he was allowed to call him Yoshi...
The man was clearly retired Yakuza, and like his father Logan, tough on the outside but secretly a teddy bear. The truth is Wilson found himself alone at home, too. Apart from Al... but she mostly sat him down in front of a TV and fed him before going outside to smoke...
so apart from weekends, he was alone. Occasionally, he'd see his big sister Laura. She was frequently busy herself being the "official" Wolverine of the Xmen. He liked it when she brought him comics, fictionlized accounts of the adventures of his dad in the past, and his big sister... he knew his dad's loved him. No one could argue that... but What had started as two lovers in New York trying to make rent money by doing the only thing they were good at; picking up random jobs on the dark web (Killing mostly) in the mid 2020s morphed into a private security firm in Kansas City that rivaled Black Water and the (fucking) Pinkertons by the 2040s.
They were busy, and it did provide him a comfortable life without student loans. But from 11 to 18, it was him Al and what had to be the world's oldest dog. She's still alive, actually. The dog loved him and was rarely not by his side when he was home (because all deadpools love their babies) Althea however was not, she was a chain smoker and heavy drug user until the day she died.
how that woman lived to be 115 is fucking beyond me
She lived long enough to see (metaphorically) Wilson graduate medical school. It was the last time he'd seen her. He moved away and started his residency in New Jersey. Wade had sent a private plane as well as several veiled threats to the Dean of medicine at the time to ensure Wilson had the time off to attend the funeral.
Wilson... I gotta ask, why did you have armed guards?
Oh! Funny story when I was 10. I was kidnapped once
(Exactly once I made sure of that)
It's true. He was heading home from school. He made it to the driveway of the tower he called home when some very ill-informed gangsters decided to kidnap the son of a rich man... they didn't do their resurch as to who's kid exactly, just figured they'd get a ransom...
In fairness on paper Wade and Logan weren't Wade and Logan, they were two random dudes who ran a lucrative business and weren't shy about showing off.
This leads to probably the second most traumatic memory Wilson had... not necessarily the kidnapping. They had actually treated him surprisingly well.
What shocked him was seeing his father Logan covered in blood kicking down the door of the room he'd been kept in. He'd never seen his father in the tight yellow and brow suit before. Or the mask... he had taken it off when he clocked James, but that only made it worse. The entire bottom of his father's face was coated in blood, like he'd gored a man (he actually had ripped open one of the gangsters throat with his teeth) the blood on his face was cut clear with two rivulets of tears. What James didn't know is they weren't just tears of joy seeing his son, but also tears of relief. If anything had happened to James, the Genocide he and his husband were going to commit in response would have made his incident in his own universe look like childs play.
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Rebellious teenage years were impossible. You couldn't steal weed from your blind grandma and hid it in your room, not from the nose of the Wolverine.
Do you know what this shit dose! It makes you fucking stupid is what it does, and your dad and I aren't raising a fucking idiot!
Logan never hit him. But he was scary when he yelled and loud... if he was really pissed those claws popped out. Never an actual threat but fucking scary. The only person in the house that actually got stabbed was Wade... and much to James's chagrin, he was pretty sure his dad liked it.
It wasn't the worst childhood, and it wasn't a bad life. Wilson became an oncologist partly because he was fascinated by his own father. The man who's cancer actually kept him alive. He had success, failures... it's like his dad said "what dosn't kill you makes you bad at intimacy kido" 3 ex wives later he finally understood what he meant by that.
All the events of his life that you know about that happened on the show. They happened. The only difference is that he went home to Kansas City for the holidays. Where he'd see his seemingly ageless father's and sisters. He loved his family Logan, Wade, Laura, and Ellie (we'll talk about her in another story.) Which is just as well. He never had children of his own, and after your 3rd failed marriage, you kinda give up on the idea of expanding your family. But until his dying day his dad dotted on him. And bragged, boy did he brag especially to the Xmen when he had a chance to rub in their face his son the successful Doctor! (Suck on that Jean!)
But for Wade, the day did finally come that his immortality became a curse... with every Christmas, Thanksgiving, and spring break that came, James got older. Wade was at his retirement party, He remembers loving Dr. House's wildly inappropriate speech and toast. A man after his own heart, but after the laughter subsided, he realized that his boy, who was graciously receiving a gold watch, had lines in his face and gray hair.
The years kept coming... Wilson got older, he got sick... and his mortality came to pass.
If the universe brought these starbound lovers together for any particular reason. It was for this moment, Wade loved two things Intensely, his Wolverine and his children... but the Death of his first son broke him. Logan clinged on to Wade physically and emotionally. Doing everything he could to hold him together. It was many years before Wade could be called Ok. It was another couple hundred years before he even considered the idea of raising more children.
It should be noted that James was the only one to be fully genetically Logan and Wade's. He was special, one of a kind.
Wade carried a portion of James's ashes with him in a small locket around his neck where it stayed for countless millenia. In dangerous situations he'd even cut himself and put it under his skin so it wouldn't get lost...
Epilogue:
The lady at the end of the road sits in her ethereal other world. Surrounded by various time keeping devices dimly lit by candles flames that don't consume. She pulled out a pocket watch and a ledger. She had an appointment to keep. This one was a special case. The dark lady had the power to send out shades, to be everywhere at once. But this appointment she'd handle directly. She carried out her appointed task kindly but usually without emotion. She was inflexible and didn't bargain or despite what you may have heard play chess or gamble for time or souls....
Wade was there... hospice care was set up about a week ago, and he sat by James side as the ravage of time and biology took its toll. By regular human standards Dr. James Wilson lived a good life, a long life at that. He was 97 years 6 months 2 weeks and 5 days old the morning she came. Logan had been with him the entire night before Wade had taken his shift early that morning so Logan could get some sleep. At about 10 am in the guise of a hospice nurse, she walked into the room, Wade was no fool. Only one person still alive (if you could call her alive) looked like that... He knew why she was there. He hadn't seen her in a very long time.
I see we're sticking with the Aubrey Plaza look... tears started welling up in his eyes. He looked at James in the bed beside him Despite looking down at the face of an old man, Wade still saw his baby. His son.
I thought you'd like this look, it's definitely more pleasant than most. If it's any consolation, Wade... I'm sorry I have to do this.
I haven't seen you in over 100 years. Not even the times I've died lately. Haven't seen you since the time I jumped out of an airplane into a volcano after Vanessa dumped me. Now you show up! I know why you're here.
The tears were streaming down Wade's face. Hot on his cheeks, his eyes red. He looks at her pleadingly.
Please, take me instead. Please, Lady Death. Leave my baby alone. Please, I beg you, take me.
Oh, Wade... My love. It has caused me great sorrow to not see you all these years. But don't you know? I can't take you even if I wanted to. You and Logan have woven yourself in the fabric of the universe. You and him are part of Eternity. I can't take you only, Entropy can take you. probably shortly before he takes me... even death has a death.
I know this is hard. I beg you to forgive me... but it's James's time to go. But because I love you. I waited as long as I could, he should have passed before you woke up this morning. But now you have an opportunity to say goodbye...
She moved to the bed and touched James's hand. He sat up and looked at his father.
Why are you crying, dad?
He stood up, out of the bed. Wade jumped out of his chair and embraced him tightly.
Oh, my sweet Kitten. Im so sorry. Please forgive your old man.
Wade sobs for a while before he can talk again...
I remember the day you were born... I loved you, I held you. I swore I'd burn down the world to protect you... but I can't protect you anymore...
Dad, I Don't understand. What's going on.
That's unfortunately my job to explain... but it'd be easier to show you...
She points at the bed; James looks down and to his surprise, he sees... himself. Drained of color, unmoving.
Dr. James Wilson, you have lived your life in service of others. A life well spent. But now is the time to leave that life... I'm sorry
Dad, you don't have to protect me anymore. It'll... it'll be ok.
Kitten... I love you, and though I desperately want to rage and fight and yell to keep you here longer... it's not the right thing to do. My friend here gave me an opportunity few have. I'm going to take it instead of throwing it in her face.
I love you...
I love you too Dad.
Wade hugged his son one last time, kissed him on the cheek, and led him by the hand to Lady Death.
Can... can Logan say goodbye, too?
I'm sorry Wade. I've already pushed the limits of the rules to extend this opportunity to you. I'm afraid I can't
Ok...
He looks up at James.
Your father and I will miss you. Honeybadger loved his kitten as much as I do.
I know, Dad... I know. I want you to know that I had a good life. I'm at peace. I don't want you worrying about me.
You silly boy. It doesn't matter if you're 9 or 97. I was always going to worry about you.
Lady Death extended her hand out to James.
It's time... I'm sorry, but don't be sacred. I promise where we're going isn't bad. It won't hurt.
James took her hand, and slowly took his other hand out of his father's grasp... turned and looked at him.
I love you. You were the best dad. I guess now is the time. Goodbye.
I could have been better, I'm sorry. I love you....... James... it... it might be a while before I see you again... goodbye. I'll always love you, kitten.
They walked away from Wade out the bedroom door. Wades heart broke into a million pieces as they turned to go down the hall. There was a flash of light... and he was gone.
The End.
If fan fics had credits. This would be the closing song. It is special to me... I myself would like it played at my funeral.
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Part 2 of the Worm series!
Technically, I'm not done with finals, and this is probably gonna be a four-part series because it got hella long...
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âCarmen, itâs 2 AM. Why did I need to come out here?â Richie yawned as he sat on a stool by the bartop next to Carmy. He didnât respond to the question. Richie shot him a look, âKid. Whatâs going on?âÂ
âY/Nâs pregnant.â Carmy softly responded as he brought his beer bottle to his lips.Â
Richie sat up, dumbfounded by his response. âYou knocked her up? Didnât realize your balls dropped already.âÂ
Richieâs attempt at lightening the situation made Carmy roll his eyes. âFuck off, Richard.âÂ
âNah, cousin. Thatâs great. Sheâs a good girl. I figured youâd settle down with her at one point⊠maybe sooner than anyone expected, but thatâs great.â Richie rambled, âOne time- you were like two, so I doubt you remember, Mike and I were throwing beer caps at you-â
âShe doesnât want it, Richie,â Carmy said, cutting Richie off mid-sentence. He stared at the ceiling as he spoke.Â
âPlease say something, CarmyâŠâ your voice was shaky as you spoke. Carmy clicked his tongue as he pushed his hands through his hair. He nervously laughed as he looked up at the ceiling. âCarmy?â
âOkay⊠okay. Is this a discussion?â he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. âYouâre tellinâ me youâre pregnant and that you donât want it in the same fuckinâ sentence, Y/N. Why are you even fuckinâ tellinâ me if you donât fuckinâ want it?âÂ
You stared at him, dumbfounded by his reaction. âCarmy, weâve only been together for eight months-â
âSo?â Carmy scoffed, âI love you. Would it be the end of the world if you had my kid?âÂ
âCarmen,â you scolded, âAre you seriously equating our love for each other to my willingness to have a baby with you?!â
âBabies arenât always planned but-â
âCarmen! Itâs my fuckinâ body!â you yelled, cutting him off. âJust- just get out.â
âSo yeah⊠not sure what to doâŠâ Carmy mumbled as he fiddled with his napkin.Â
Richie sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He remembered when Tiff told him she was pregnant with Eva, granted it was planned, and the two had been married for a decade. Richie didnât know what to say to Carmy. He just sat beside Carmy and remembered when he was five or six. Mikey was in charge of watching him while he played in the yard that afternoon.Â
Richie and Mikey were sitting on the porch steps talking about something that had happened at school a few days prior when Carmy came running up to the pair with a rock in his hands. âL-l-look Mikey! I-I fou-und a rock!â Carmy excitedly stuttered. His eyes gleamed with excitement. Richie watched as Mikey went to ruffle Carmyâs hair and took the rock from his hands, âThatâs a cool one, Carmy. Find another, yeah?â Mikey encouraged. Carmy nodded and ran off to a different part of the yard.Â
Richie leaned an elbow against the bar, supporting his head in his palm. He looked at Carmy. He remembered all the times he and Mikey had been able to make him feel better. He remembered when they had to take Carmy to the emergency room when he was eight and broke his arm when he fell from a tree. He remembered when he and Mikey would go to his wrestling meets. He remembered shoving him in the closet and refusing to let him out until he admitted to having a crush on some girl in his class when he was in high school. He remembered watching him sheepishly walk across the stage when he graduated high school and watched Mikey sneak cash into his backpack when they dropped him off at the airport when Carmy left for culinary school. Carmy was more than his best friend's little brother. He helped raise that kid.Â
âSometimes, you have to fight for what you want,â Richie said, finally breaking his silence. Carmy looked up at him, âYou canât make her have the baby, but you canât walk away without a fight, Carm.â
Carmy scoffed at the advice, âRichie- She kicked me out of her place when I tried talking to her about it. She doesnât want to keep the baby, and I donât think I can support-â
âShut the fuck up, Carmen.â Richie cut him off. He shifted in his seat to face Carmy. âYou were man enough to have sex with her. You need to be man enough to stand beside her and support whatever decision she makes. Abortion, no abortion, having the baby and giving it up for adoption, keeping the baby and staying with you, whatever that girl chooses; you give it your 100%.âÂ
Carmy grimaced at the advice Richie had given him, âSober up. Go see your girl.â
~
Carmy didnât take Richieâs advice. That night, he went back to his place and kicked his shoes off after locking the door behind himself. He stumbled as he headed into his bedroom. As he collapsed onto his bed, he was engulfed by the lingering smell of your perfume. Carmy rolled his body into the middle of his bed and stared at the ceiling; you should be here.Â
He wasnât sure when heâd fallen asleep, but he woke up in a cold sweat. He abruptly sat up and looked to his left to see your absence. Carmy closed his eyes and leaned back against his headboard. He squeezed the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath before leaning over to grab his phone from his side table.Â
No new text messages. No missed calls.
You always texted him âgood morningâ when you werenât together. Carmy huffed and dropped his phone before gazing back at the ceiling.
You woke up that morning and resisted the urge to contact Carmy. It felt wrong, but with how telling him you were pregnant had ended, some distance felt like a good idea. After getting out of bed that morning, you walked into the bathroom to shower before going to the office.
As you waited for the water to heat up, you looked at your reflection in the mirror. If you hadnât done that blood test, you wouldnât know you were pregnant. You put a hand on your stomach and felt it twist. Maybe Carmy had a point. Babies arenât always- âSnap the fuck out of it, Y/N.â you scolded yourself as you tried to shake the thought of keeping it. âYou are not, I repeat, NOT, ready to be a fuckinâ mother.â you thought aloud. You stepped into the shower and let the hot water run over your face, âJust forget about it todayâŠâ you mumbled as you quickly scrubbed yourself down with body wash.
You couldnât focus at work that day. Everything made you think about Carmy. As you reached to grab your phone from your bag, there was a knock on your office door. âCome in,â you called, dropping your phone back into your bag.Â
âY/N, Y/N, Y/N, I have good news for you.â Your manager smiled as he entered your office. You shot him a suspicious look. âI swear itâs good news,â he said defensively, putting his hands up. Weâre opening another new office in New York, and YOU are going to be in charge of itâif you want to, of course. Imagine Houston, but permanent. Youâll get a raise and housing allowance and set the whole office up however you want- your ship.âÂ
You were speechless, âRyan, I-I-â
âY/N. Take the job. Do you want to be someone in the writing and editing world? New York is where you do it. Please, just think about it. I need an answer by the end of the month.âÂ
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âYou talk to her?â Richie asked without looking up from his notebook. Carmy huffed in response as he pulled his chef jacket from his locker.
âNo.âÂ
âWhy not?â Richie snapped, putting his notebook on the locker area bench.Â
Carmy sighed, âI donât know what to say to her.â
âCarmen. If youâre man enough-â
âRichie, I donât want to talk about this here.â Carmy cut him off and put his phone in his locker before walking to the kitchen. Richie rolled his eyes and pulled his phone from his pocket. If Carmy wouldnât do anything about this, he knew some people who would.Â
âCARMEN ANTHONY BERZATTO!â a blood-curdling scream came through the kitchen in the middle of dinner service. Carmy dropped his knife mid-cut and turned to see Donna standing just inside the kitchen, the swinging doors that separated the dining room from the kitchen still swinging. âI fuckinâ raised you better than this young man!â she screamed as she stomped closer to where Carmy had been cooking. Waiters and line cooks separated like the red sea as she grabbed Carmyâs bicep and pulled him through the kitchen toward the back entrance.Â
âMa- what the fuck?!â Carmy finally yelled back when the two were in the alley.Â
âWhy did I find out you got your little girlfriend pregnant from Heather Jerimovich?â she hissed, crossing her arms over her chest as she tapped her foot impatiently. Carmy sucked in a breath as Donna glared at him. âWell?!â
âUh-uh-â Carmy started as he pushed up the sleeves of his chef coat; he was lost for words. He never expressly told Richie to keep all of this to himself, but the implication was there.Â
âCarmen. Anthony. Berzatto. Answer me. Now.â Donna snarled as her glare intensified. Carmy breathed out and pushed his hands through his hair as he thought about explaining this situation to the mother, who hadnât really cared about him for most of his life.Â
âShe doesnât know if she wants to keep itâŠâ Carmy answered softly, unable to look at her as he explained, âMa- she wants to abort my kid. Okay?â Carmyâs voice trembled as he pushed his hands into his pockets and stared at his kitchen clogs.Â
âWhat?â Donnaâs voice softened as she watched Carmy shrink as he spoke. Donna knew she hadnât been the most attentive mother but knew when her son needed her. âComâer,â she spoke, opening her arms and beckoning Carmy for a hug. Carmy sighed and stepped into the hug, resting his forehead on her shoulder. She hugged him tightly and began rubbing gentle circles on his back. âItâs gonna be okay..â
~
You were lying in bed staring at the ceiling when you heard knocking on your door. It was almost two, and you werenât expecting anyoneâit had to be Carmy. âYou can do this, Y/N⊠you can do this.â You hyped yourself up as you got out of bed, wrapping your comforter around you as you walked through your apartment to the front door.Â
âHey..â you said softly when you opened the door just a sliver.
âCan I come in?â Carmy asked. You felt yourself melt when your eyes met his. He was tired, and you saw the undertones of hurt and admiration as he stared back at you. You nodded and opened the door more, moving to the side to allow Carmy into your apartment.Â
âI know- I know I canât tell you want to-to do with your body.â Carmy started as soon as youâd closed the door. âPl-please. Can we talk about the baby?â his voice cracked as he spoke. You adjusted your comforter on your shoulders as you nudged your head toward the couch.
The two of you sat on the couch awkwardly. You took a deep breath before you spoke, âCarmy⊠I couldnât do itâŠâ you tenderly spoke as you wrapped your comforter around yourself tighter. âI uh- they had to confirm I was pregnant and uh- they did, they did a sonogram⊠the heartbeat sounded like a horse running. I never thought Iâd be one of those women, you know? I was sure I would go through with it, but when I heard the heartbeat⊠it was so beautiful.â you confessed. âYou were saying how sometimes babies arenât planned-â
Carmyâs sob was what cut you off midsentance. You looked up at him, and he silently reached for you. You moved closer and allowed him to pull you into his lap. âWe're gonna have a baby,â Carmy murmured as he rested his forehead against yours. You grinned and pushed your fingers into Carmyâs hair.
âWeâre gonna have a baby.â you confirmed, âWeâre gonna have a babyâŠâ
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thoughts based on this anon to @queermania
no but really they shouldâve had jack have to kill Michael!dean and not be able to bc despite telling Cas heâd kill dean if it meant saving the world from Michael when it comes down to it he. Canât :( thatâs one of his dads ! And he knows dean wouldnât fault him for doing it. Heâs right when he said itâs what dean would want. Oh self-sacrificing dean. But jack canât do it, so instead he uses up all his power and burns his soul to expel michael out of dean and kill him. And hey, sacrificing souls for familyâŠthatâs something dean understands too. He doesnât Like it but he gets it. Then later, the parallel to this comes around when deanâs gotta kill soulless!jack but he canât !!! Jack tells him itâs ok, he understands. Just like dean understood why he needed to be killed as Michael!dean. But thatâs his kid!! So he tosses the gun away bc he doesnât care if jack doesnât have a soul, heâs still worth saving, still worth loving. Heâs still family. And, god, they really do love in similar ways. Anyways dean gets down on the ground in front of kneeling jack and pulls him close, hugs him to his chest and says, âitâs ok, I got you, kid.â And THEN, chuck burns out Jackâs eyes while deanâs holding him, powerless to do anything. And dean shuts his eyes instinctively at the burst of light and he hears Casâs anguished scream shake the world and he doesnât want to open his eyes, thinks if he keeps them closed it wonât be real. Anyways, it all couldâve been done SO much better and for maximum grief and despair. Esp during the divorce arc to have them BOTH deeply mourning jack instead of having all of deanâs grief be focused on Mary which, tbh, didnât really fit.
#sorry but like. yeah Maryâs death affected them but she was already there on borrowed time thru a loophole#she wasnât *meant* to be there so I think in some ways dean would be like. ok with it#like the universe has righted itself again#of course heâd miss her and feel grief but not to the extent of cutting out jack and Cas#plus lbr he barely had a relationship with Mary. like yea thatâs his mom but more in title than anything else#everything he knew abt her was myth#sure heâd mourn the loss of what couldâve been and of getting to know her better#and they were finally getting to a better place w each other#but still imo Maryâs death was blown out of proportion and didnât hit right narratively#like the weight of it was not felt and did not feel equal to the fall out and aftermath#vic.txt#spn meta#the good spn that lives in my mind
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bitches prolly out here psychoanalyzing my old art on behalf of my abuser to cushion their belief that im a Horrible Person but then dont see the irony when I point out the shitty things my abuser has drawn and how I see it as clear evidence of their mindset and beliefs (of what's okay to do and how to treat people) descending and pairing that along with everything else they've done and it paints a clear picture of how this person got to the point of thinking it was okay to abuse me the way they did and then the people looking for reasons to hate me through my art will act like "they're just drawings !!!" about their art. which one is it. does someones art say something about them or not? or does it only say something about them if you hate them?
#personally I think me making fun of a douchey type of dude is less bad than drawing 'rape is fun' but yknow#ig I can just weigh the gravity of how bad each thing is accurately idk#vent#'yeah but you started to identify with the douche bag character !!' well- even before i realized I wanted to be him- the plot was#already that he was going to grow out of being a dick. him and mj were going to help eachother realize their flaws and become better#to eachother and everyone else. so by the time i DID realize I wanted to be a guy I already had in mind the mature version of him#floating around but I didn't really post about it bc I didn't want to spoil anything at the time#and it took me a LONG TIME to accept that I wanted to be snake. I was trans before that. and then when I was close to accepting it#I had that whole 'lsd' thing that made me slink back into my shell bc the people I was around made me feel like I would never be a guy#so instead I figured if I couldn't be snake then the next best thing was to be *with* him and started to self ship myself w him and he#evolved even more into an even more mature version of him that by the time I got out on the other side of feeling like I couldn't#be a guy I had this more serious and mature version of him in my mind and started to accept that I wanted to be him and basically was him#and just didn't know bc that version of snake was more like me than the one I made in 2013/14#in 2013/14 I was only ever considering my comic in the context of some sort of comedy and just wanted to make a douchey character#to make fun of bc I had a lot of douchey people in my life who I felt like needed to be knocked down a peg and I figured the best way#to do that was to make an example out of them via the old version of snake and have him be an overly confident asshole whos hubris#often gets himself humbled even if hes too prideful to accept or admit it#at this point in time I didn't really see much of myself in any of my ocs. maybe a lil bit in mj and (mostly)peaches bc I didn't know it wa#ok to id with a guy... but even when I did subconsciously id with him here n there...i didnt relate to snakes douchey-ness like at all.#sometimes I jokingly act like a douche but again its for the same reason that I made snake a douche back then in the first place-#to make fun of people like that- to hopefully show them how foolish they are by me mirroring them or. alternatively. making people#laugh at me acting that way because pretending to act like a douche is easier to enjoy and laugh at than dealing w an actual douche#i'd do it with my ex-bestfriend all the time- I made snake such a dick because we'd laugh about it together and bc we wanted to make#fun of the dicks around us who lacked any self awareness and if not that any actual fuck about how lame and shitty they come off#what can I say. it's fun to mock people sometimes.#when I actually started to accept it my first pic I drew of him being obviously trans was in 2016... soo a couple months before I remet#my abuser...#which honestly explains why that whole relationship was so rough on me. I had just finally accepted myself and then this person comes#along and tries to smear me and gaslight me into thinking im Horrible for who I am. like. hello???????#my first time fully being myself was with them and their friend group and they all accepted me until their cult leader told them not to
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â â đđđđđđđđ. a relaxing day at the beach w/ toji ân little megumi, accompanied by their usual bickering and precious moments
tags. dad!toji x wife!female reader. fluff. honestly just the beach episode toji deserves w his family t_t not proof read!
the beach is a beautiful place to rest after a tough week. toji lays on the towel besides yours, bulky arms resting behind his head as he enjoyed the gentle breeze, the smell of the sea mixed with his wifeâs perfume.
the peace is quickly disturbed when he feels a small fist claw at his mouth.
ââgumi, donât feed papa sand,â your muffled laughter echoes through the busy beach. you watch your husband attempt to fight off megumiâs tiny hands as they pry his lips apart.
toji grunts and moves his head multiple times, but the toddler is determined to get what he wants. âbratââ the dark-haired man scoffs while his hands wrap around megumiâs torso, lifting the little boy in the air as his final resort, âwhatâs this all âbout? wanna kill yâr daddy or sum?â
your son pouts and furrows his brows. âno, i made papa food. burger,â he defends himself and kicks his legs while being held up at arms length. megumiâs tiny fist full of sand manages to reach his fatherâs lips again, ânow papa eat!â
toji lifts megumi up higher, as far away from his face as possible. he takes a second before realising that he indeed had made a request for a burger just moments ago, when his son asked him what he should make out of the sand.
toji totally forgot to play along with megumiâs pretend restaurant game, thinking the boy would halfway forget about it anyway. childrenâs attention spans are short after all.
seems like his kid is an exception.
âi ainât eatinâ shit, boy,â toji grunts and turns megumi away, putting the boy back down in the sand between the two beach towels. youâre about to reprimand your husband for his behaviour before your child interrupts.
âthis not poo poo!â megumi jabs a finger at his fatherâs chest, his voice a bit louder. heâs taken great offence to the comment about his imaginary burger, which was now but a cluster of sand particles.
toji snorts and gently flicks megumiâs hand away, âyeah, it is. bet it tastes like âpoo pooâ too.â
âno! not poo poo!â megumiâs voice rings out before a frustrated whine leaves his lips. his little hands land on tojiâs abs, physically punishing him for saying such mean stuff about his hard handiwork.
your husband sticks his tongue out childishly at his sulking son. ââyes! yes âtis poo poo!â keheh,â toji mocks megumiâs high voice, snorting as he laughs about his own joke afterwards.
the father-son duo bicker for a few more seconds before you sigh and speak up. âcan you two just get along for once now? weâre in public, so behave,â you scold them as their voices seemed to get louder. you then glare at your immature husband. he could be such a man-child when it came to arguing with his son, âand youâ youâre an adult, so act like one.â
the two of them instantly shut up and their heads turn towards you, their hands that were wrestling with each other also stopping mid-air. megumi pouts and stops attacking his father with his tiny fists. the little boy knows better than to not listen to his mother.
in turn, toji huffs and grumbles something under his breath before grabbing his son to make it up to him.
neither does the grown man dare to defy his wifeâs demands.
âyeah, yeah. câmere, son,â toji responds and places the toddler on his chest, letting the kid rest against him. megumi surprisingly doesnât pull away and instead curls up in tojiâs warm embrace. as much as the two love to (playfully) fight, they also get along extremely well.
you smile and relax back on the palms of your hands. âmuch better,â you hum in content. your heart swells with affection for your two favorite people on earth. megumi is a carbon copy of his father and itâs the cutest little thing ever.
they both have that subtle pout on their lips as they accommodate to being close and cozy with each other again.
toji runs his callused fingers through megumiâs hair, sighing as he closes his eyes. he doesnât admit it out loud, but he cares for his kid. if he had to make a choice between either saving his own life or megumiâs, tojiâd instantly draw his last breath.
âheâs still a brat,â your husband grumbles to you, sharp eyes watching the way you coddle and coo over the toddler. megumiâs chubby cheek is smushed against tojiâs chest and it was an adorable sight. you giggle and capture it on your phone.
toji scoffs, but canât help the grin tugging at the corner of his scarred lips. he gently rubs the childâs cheek with his knuckles before continuing, âbut heâs my brat. ainât that right, boy?â
megumi lets out a small, soft grunt at his fatherâs words. the kid is completely silent, content with the way things had played out. perhaps this is what he secretly searched for as wellâ to receive tojiâs attention and a glimpse of his affection.
âaww, how cute!â your smile is beaming as you snap another picture of your family. tojiâs soft look is perfectly captured on your phone, with him gently touching megumiâs chubby cheek as the boy laid on his bare chest. pure domestic bliss.
you sigh and look away for one second to change the lockscreen on your phone. humming, you go to your settings and instantly put the picture of your husband and son as your wallpaper on nearly everything.
you tilt your head back only to find toji grinning from ear to ear now, going from gently rubbing megumiâs cheek to full out squishing them between both his hands, amused at the way the fat moves. âkehehe, look at âem,â he chuckles.
the little toddler eventually gets fed up with it after squirming and grunting. megumi brings his little fist upâthe same one that still had some sand stored from beforeâand lets the content fly all over tojiâs face.
megumi giggles and scrambles off tojiâs lap with a victorious grin. he points at his father whoâs struggling with getting the sand off his face, the man sputtering and grumbling. he sticks his tongue out, âthaâs papaâs burger.â
you watch as your son waddles over to you and hides into your arms, muffled laughter echoing in your ears. seems like megumi won the battle in the end; successfully holding onto the sand he was planning to feed his dad one way or another.
toji spits out a bit of sand that flew into his mouth from the kidâs surprise attack, âyou little shitââ
well, there goes the peace again. you shake your head, but let the two play and fight it out on their own.
. . . just another day in the fushiguro family.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#toji x reader#jjk fluff#toji fluff#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#toji x you#toji x y/n#jjk x female reader#toji x female reader
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ââ OLYMPICS MASTERLIST
[đ] DISCIPLINE: SWIMMING
PAIRING: swimmer!mingyu x swimmer!fem reader GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers(ish), idiots that doesn't realise the other one is in love with them too, mingyu is a tease but also down bad WARNINGS: the reader gets hurt (hits her head, nothing too descriptive), mingyu is a hottie WORD COUNT: 3k
SYNOPSIS: what will it take for you and mingyu to finally understand that you're literally meant to be?
natalia's note: @wonijinjin the broad back and bulging biceps are for you
âi canât do this anymore.âÂ
mingyu's words hit you like a speeding train.Â
you quickly lifted your head from where you were looking at your fingers splashing the water, facing your best friend.Â
âw-what?â you asked, horrified. âwhat do you mean?âÂ
his shoulders dropped, causing the water to ripple around your bodies, and you couldnât shake off the feeling that you wouldnât like what he was about to say next.Â
âi canât do this anymore. i canât watch you lose again and again,â he sighed, and dived under the red lane line, emerging a second later right next to you. âitâs,â he took a breath, âheartbreaking.âÂ
with how close he was to you now you didnât have a choice but to look up, which was stupid because come on - you were in the water. a wole ass swimming pool. like, he could literally submerge himself a little bit more and youâd be eye level, but no. kim mingyu had to flash everyone in the damn room with his godly sculptured chest and shoulders.Â
you mentally scolded yourself for losing the last ounces of your dignity over a man, because why was it so hard for you to peel your eyes off his pecs? and a quiet voice inside your head was telling you that mingyu didnât do this by accident - he knew how it affected you. but it shouldnât. you were best friends after all.Â
and best friends didnât look at each otherâs chests. and wide shoulders. and bulging biceps.Â
âthen stop being such a bitch, kim mingyu,â you cleared your throat, suddenly very interested in the purple âparis 2024â banners over his head. âif itâs breaking your heart then thatâs your problem, not mine.â Â
mingyu rolled his eyes, and quickly lifted his hand to splash water at you, making you shriek. what a shame god didnât bless you with quicker reflexes, so you could cover your eyes at least. it was funny how people used to tell your coach that it would be for the best to split your training sessions because you didnât get on well with each other, while in reality you got on well a bit too much.Â
âuh, excuse moi?â you cringed at his horrible attempt to speak french, âyouâre calling the three time world champion and two time olympic gold medalist a bitch?â he put his hand over his heart.Â
âthen why donât you want to race with me anymore?â you practically whined. âare you afraid of getting beaten by a girl? would that do damage to your reputation in the olympic village?â you giggled at his unamused stare. âiâm sure the gymnasts would be very disappointed to find out youâre not as big and strong as they thought,â you pouted at him, mockingly.Â
âi told you baby, i donât want to see you lose again, simple as thatâ mingyu put his hand on your shoulder. âcanât you race against ava or liv?âÂ
you werenât sure if it was better to go underwater or to call for the medics at this point. this infuriatingly hot man just called you baby for godâs sake and he had his hand placed so close to your neck it felt as if he was cradling it. luckly you could blame the cold water for your shivering. the worst part - you were 99% sure you saw him make out with alexa before going to paris, so all of the sweet words and gentle touches were platonic.Â
they meant nothing.Â
which⊠were you even surprised? the hottest guy making out with the hottest girl on the team. both multiple champions. both insanely talented.Â
still, you wouldnât give up, and that definitely wasnât because of your delusions that you could pull the hottest and the best swimmer on the continent, but because you didnât want to lose your best friend.
âyouâre not fooling me, kim mingyu. i think youâre just scared of me beating you.âÂ
he scoffed, and finally lowered himself into the water. thank heavens. âokay then. what do you say about one last race to finish this training off?â mingyu said, and sent you a challenging look, which he knew would rile you up even more.Â
âdeal,â you shook his extended hand. âbut donât come crying to me when you lose.âÂ
âas you wish, my queen,â he bowed his head, and snickered. âbut-,âÂ
âno buts,â you cut him off.Â
âah, ah,â he pointed a finger at you. âif you lose you have to take a bath in the seine.âÂ
sometimes you wondered why exactly you had a crush on him because stuff like these reminded you he was only a man. more like a man-child, but that was if you wanted to be nitpicky.Â
âthatâs illegal, you moron.âÂ
you swore youâd drown him one of these days.
with the goggles over your eyes you swam under the lane line to have a whole lane for yourself, because there was no way youâd fit in one lane with mingyu.Â
âokay champ, letâs see-,â suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder.Â
âje suis dĂ©solĂ©, mais tu dois sortir de l'eau. les prĂ©paratifs pour la course vont bientĂŽt commencer,â one of the volunteers was crouching by the edge of the pool with his hand outstretched in your direction.Â
âuh,â you shot mingyu a quick look, âiâm sorry, je ne comprends pas.â i donât understand. the only french you managed to learn before coming to paris, which you figured would come in handy, and as it turned out - it did. a point for you.Â
âthe competition,â the guy scratched the back of his neck, clearly trying to find the right words. âbegin soon.âÂ
âdo you want us to get out of the pool?â mingyu asked, pointing at him and you and then the outside of the pool.Â
âyes, yes,â the volunteer nodded quickly.Â
well, you could wave your race bye bye.Â
maybe the universe didnât want you and mingyu together, maybe all you were destined to be was friends? besides, one silly race wouldnât make a difference, if anything, it would probably lead to you pulling a muscle, which would mean a big disaster with your eliminations right around the corner.Â
your fate was to end up alone for the rest of your life, crying over a guy you could never have. typical.Â
âshit,â mingyu sighed, taking off his goggles. âi really wanted to race you.âÂ
you sent him a quick smile, dismissing his teasing tone. the quicker youâd realise this wouldnât work out the better for your poor heart.Â
âyeah, thatâs a bummer,â you said, grabbing onto the edge of the pool to pull yourself up.Â
mingyu grinded his teeth and side eyed the volunteer. if it weren't for the dozens of people around you who were clearly starting to prepare for the race, he would have thrown the guy into the water with his own bare hands.Â
âthanks for being a cockblock, dude.â
well, not literally, but this had to be the first time mingyu managed to talk to you without stuttering every other word and not acting that embarrassing. but no. someone had to sweep in and take this away from him.Â
âbe careful,â mingyu ran a hand over his face, and looked over to you, âthe tiles might be slippery.âÂ
âyou donât say,â you said, and shot him a glare. âim not that-.âÂ
but before you could finish your sentence one of your hands slipped and you lost the grip, splashing back into the pool.Â
âhey, hey,â mingyu immediately swam up to you, closing the gap between your bodies in seconds. âare you okay?â he put his arm around your waist, turning you around in his grip so youâd face him.Â
shit.
âdid you hit your head?â he asked quickly, taking off your cap. fuck, mingyu felt his lunch creeping back into his throat. if anything happened to youâŠÂ
âmhm, i think so,â you answered, disoriented. your vision was clearly unsteady and you were shaking in his embrace, though he didnât know if that was due to the cold water or the hit.Â
âfuck,â he muttered, running his hand gently over your head to look for any cuts or bruises. âwe need to get you out of the water.âÂ
you nodded your head slowly, but that was a bad call, because it only made you more nauseous and made your vision even worse.Â
âhey, donât move. put your other arm around my neck and hold onto me,â mingyu said.Â
âbut iâm heavy.âÂ
âshut it or iâll leave you here,â mingyu grumbled, and tightened his hold around you.Â
with ease, as if he was born in the water, mingyu managed to get you to the edge of the pool with ladders, and called for help.
âiâm such a loser,â you mumbled, resting your head against his shoulder. âalmost passing out in the middle of an olympic swimming pool,â you let out a bitter laugh, before whimpering. maybe making bad jokes right after almost cracking your skull open wasnât a good idea.Â
mingyu didnât say anything but you could feel his body tense.Â
âshe hit her head on the tiles,â he said once the medics made their way over to you.Â
they quickly helped him get you out of the water without causing you more pain and laid you on the stretcher. the medics whispered something between them, or maybe you were just so out of it that you couldnât understand what they were saying, but you could clearly make out mingyuâs voice in between.Â
suddenly, you felt as if you were being lifted off the ground, but your blurry vision made it impossible for you to see what exactly was going on.Â
âmin-mingyu?â you called out.Â
âiâm here baby, donât worry,â mingyu said, and reached for your hand, grasping it tightly so youâd know he was really right there next to you.Â
âstop calling me that,â you said, your tone bossy as usual.Â
âstop calling you what?â mingyu couldnât help but giggle when he heard you scoff. good, that meant you werenât that badly hurt.Â
âbaby.âÂ
âwhat if i donât want to?â he asked, and ran a thumb over the back of your hand, smiling to himself when he felt your fingers wrap tighter around his. Â
you shook your head, or at least you tried to. âthen iâll race you and if i win youâll stop.âÂ
âyou know i wonât let that happen,â he said softly.Â
âstop messing with my heart, kim mingyu.âÂ
a champion, an olympics medalist, a man made of steel, and still, mingyu felt like he was melting under your gaze. your big eyes looking up at him, your soft lips parted in a slight gasp, your gentle fingers holding onto him for dear lifeâŠÂ Â
âi wonât,â he shook his head. ânot until you stop messing with mine.âÂ
as it turned out, luckily for you, the impact didnât cause much damage. âit caused panic more than anything else,â the doctor said.Â
âso iâll be able to race on monday, right?â you asked, twisting the rings around your fingers nervously. the olympics were something you sacrificed your whole life for - you couldnât remember the last time you slept in, the last time you ate dinner with your family, the last time you had time for yourself, and if all of that would go to waste because of a stupid mistake⊠you didnât know what youâd do.Â
âdonât worry, youâll be just fine for the race. i think your boyfriend overreacted a bit out there,â the doctor laughed. âmaybe more than a bit.âÂ
you almost choked on the pills you were swallowing, your face burning with heat. the doctor feeding into your delusions was a big no no, and you definitely did not need that right now.Â
âyou might want to text him though, he was sitting outside the whole time we were running tests. had to send him back to the village,â he sighed, âhe looked like a kicked puppy.âÂ
that was dangerous, and you needed to get out of there quickly.Â
mingyu, on the other hand, couldnât stop worrying. after the doctor sent him off, he didnât really know what to do with himself, and he definitely didnât know how he ended up sitting in front of the door to your room.Â
god, he was being so pathetic. instead of telling you how and what he felt, he was acting like a lame highschooler trying to impress you with what? being a faster swimmer? mingyu was never good at flirting but this had to be his lowest low.Â
âgyu? what are you doing here?â his head shot up, and there you were - safe and sound. no bandages, nothing. for the first time since he got out of that damn swimming pool he took in a deep, proper breath.Â
âthe doctor he, umâŠ,âÂ
âi know.âÂ
âyou know?â
âi know,â you nodded. why did he look so nervous all of a sudden? âshouldnât you be at the gym? preparing for tomorrow?âÂ
right. the race.Â
âi probably should,â more than âprobablyâ to be honest. your trainer would most likely have killed him already if not for the fact that he was the best swimmer on the team. âbut i needed to know that you were okay.âÂ
âyou couldâve just texted, you know,â you said. why was he being so⊠un-mingyu?
he shook his head, and stood up to his full 6 feet 2. âlet me put it this way,â he took a step towards you, âi needed to see if you were okay.â
was he really about to risk your whole friendship? all this time spent on getting to know you, your likes and dislikes, what annoyed you and how he could push your buttons to see that bright smile on your face that always made his day a bit better. he didnât want to lose all of that.Â
but⊠mingyu felt his hands reaching out for you on their own to make sure that you werenât in pain anymore, to kiss any bump or scratch to make it better, to hold you close to his chest this evening and keep you safe from all the wet tiles.Â
âlisten,â he scratched the back of his neck. he needed to do something with his hands. âi have to tell you one thing, and please just let me say it because i donât think iâll have enough courage to say it ever again.âÂ
you nodded your head, your gaze slightly confused.Â
it was now or never.Â
âokay, so i know weâre technically only friends from work, but not really since we hang out otherwise, and weâve known each other for how long now? three years? and thatâs great, i love training with you, and going to competitions with you, and hanging out with you, but lately⊠or not lately, really. for a long time-,âÂ
âmingyu,â you sighed, but the boy kept on rambling. âmin,â you tried again, to no avail. âgyu!âÂ
finally, the man in front of you fell silent, looking at you with eyes wide and mouth agape.Â
âi,â you took a deep breath. you knew exactly where this was going. âi canât do this right now,â you said, and watched the spark in mingyuâs eyes die out. âwith what happened today, and the eliminations tomorrow⊠i just canât deal with this right now,â god, this broke your heart. âi need some rest, and i need some sleep,â you added. âbesides, i also have the relay tomorrow, so i need to focus. this is not only about me, but about the girls. i canât let them down.â  Â
mingyuâs heart dropped. if he knew this would end like this, then why was he feeling so disappointed? but he couldnât be mad at you, no. it wasnât your fault you werenât feeling the same, and it definitely wasnât your fault for wanting some rest. the olympics meant so much to you, and he knew how excited you were for them - he wouldnât take that happiness away from you.Â
âof-of course,â mingyu said, though his voice, his body language, his gaze - his everything, screamed anything but âof courseâ. he nodded his head and shrugged. âiâll see you later then.â
you quickly grabbed his arm before he could turn around. âgyu,â you said. âi canât deal with this now, but i never said i couldnât deal with this ever.âÂ
he was so cute, you couldnât help but hide your smile behind your hand. with slightly dishevelled hair (probably from running his fingers through them too much), un-matching shirt and pants, which you were sure were from last season, and his mingyu smile that showed off his canines⊠youâd have to be stupid and blind not to have a massive crush on this man.Â
âr-really?âÂ
you nodded your head.
âmaybe we can talk about this tomorrow?â you said, and slid your hand down his arm to his hand. âafter the eliminations?âÂ
mingyu looked down wide-eyed at your hand holding his. was this really happening? maybe he was the one to hit his head? his poor heart and fuzzy brain couldnât actually believe that the girl he had been pining after for god knows how long was actually saying that⊠that she liked him back? huh, if this was a dream he hoped heâd never wake up.Â
âyes,â he breathed. âwe can do that.âÂ
âgreat,â you smiled, and mingyu felt his heart skip a beat. âyouâll be watching me tomorrow, right?â
âyou know i will,â mingyu said, squeezing your hand, and this - your hand in his - this felt right. this was right, and this was how it was always supposed to be. âi always do.âÂ
and then he did something that almost knocked you off your feet.Â
he quickly closed the gap between you, pushing your body gently against the door behind you, and placed a soft peck on your cheek. you almost didnât notice how his strong arm had snuck around you, holding your waist in a featherlight touch that didnât quite match his strong hands and big biceps, or how the other one cradled the side of your face, and how his thumb stroked your cheek. almost.
and it was only a kiss on the cheek.Â
âgood luck, baby.â
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contains: fem reader, spanking, choking, manhandling, hate fucking, rough sex, dirty talk, cheating, spanking, bathroom sex, angst w/ no comfort, proceed with caution :3
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Just thinking about hate sex with ex-boyfriend Geto. You received a video from an unknown number a couple months ago of your boyfriend at the club, big arms slung around two pretty girls as one ground on him under the flashing lights and blaring music of the club. The video was short, but it was all you needed to see. You forwarded the video to Geto, captioned with the words, "fuck you."
The night he went out he told you he was having a guy's night out with Gojo, so imagine your surprise when you woke up to him acting like a whore in public. You still did never find out who sent you that video. Geto spent days blowing up your phone, using your mutual friends to try and talk to you, even going as far to show up to your house, but you rejected all of his advances.
After about a month and a half, when things had calmed down and it was evident to the both of you that your relationship was well over, you finally started going out again. The reason it took you so long? The two of you were in the same friend group. There's a reason they say to date outside of your circle, for situations exactly like this.
Your big debut back into your circle of friends was a night out clubbing. Gojo, Shoko, Utahime, and Nanami were sitting on the plush cushions around you. The only reason you agreed to go out with them tonight was because Shoko had promised Geto wouldn't be there, saying he was stuck at work. Truthfully though, Shoko had missed you so much in the group outings, that she would've found a way to drag you out of the house even if Geto was going to be there.
"This is nice, I'll admit. I missed you guys." You said, working on your second cocktail of the night. Drinks always tasted better when Gojo paid. "Awww~ I don't know how you went so long without seeing me, honestly~" Gojo teased, ruffling your hair in the process. You swatted his hand away, fixing your hair while you shot him a nasty side-eye. "Us, he meant US." Utahime corrected, placing her hand on your knee while also shooting daggers at Gojo.
Gojo stuck out his tongue at Utahime, crossing his legs as he leaned back into the cushions, his arms spreading out behind you and Nanami on the top of the couch. "It's true though, it's nice having you here," Nanami added a light blush dusting on his face from how many drinks he had already downed; he must not have work tomorrow. "Thank you Nanami." you smiled at him before leaning back, crossing your legs over one another, your short black dress riding up your thighs slightly in the process.
"I've been so pent up all month, this feels so good." You giggled, tipping your head over as you directed your words to the girls. "Yeah? I know how you can feel even better." Shoko smirked, sipping on her straight vodka. Utahime smiled giddily, leaning her body forward in interest as she also waited for Shoko to speak. "Blondie over there at the bar has been eyeing you up since we got here, go talk to him." She nudged, wiggling her eyebrows at you.
You have been wound up in more ways than one since you and Geto had broken up. He always dicked you down so good, you would miss that. Who knows though, maybe blondie with the nice jawline and pretty face would give you good pipe in the bathroom. You eye him up, biting your lip as you dragged your eyes over his sturdy frame, only noticing he had been watching you oogle him like a slab of meat the whole time when you went to rake your eyes over his handsome face. He smiled, his dimples showing themselves as they dug into his cheeks, fuck he was hot. This was the perfect guy to use to get over Geto, screw that cheater.
"Oh shitt~ Look at them eye fucking each other~ Haha!" Gojo laughed, sipping on his sweet, non-alcoholic, bright pink drink. You turned your head to smirk at Gojo before you placed your hand on his shoulder and used it to push yourself off the seat. "You're really going for it?" Shoko asked incredulously, giggling behind your hand as you smoothed out your dress. "Why not? I'm horny and single, and a hot man is looking at me like I'm the hottest woman he's ever laid eyes on." You said, smiling down at your friends.
"That's because you are," Shoko added, grabbing your thigh for leverage she spun you around to face the man behind you sitting on the barstools, waiting for you to approach him. "I would be jealous If I liked men, he's a cutie." She laughed to Utahime as she watched you take a deep breath and walk off toward the man.
You walked through the club with confidence, a heartbeat already forming behind your panties as you got closer and closer, watching the way he eyed up your body as you walked. "Friends talked some sense into you, huh?" The man spoke when you got within ear shot. You took the seat next to him, plopping down on the barstool you spun the seat around to face him, your legs slotting together with one another as you placed your heel-clad feet on the bottom of his barstool.
His eyes darted down to your legs, watching you insert yourself into his space with confidence. "Too shy to come up to me yourself?" You asked, placing your hand on his knee as you rubbed circles against his pants, making him swallow the lump in his throat, feeling the heat rise to his face with how bold you were being. "You kidding? Those guys you're with are fucking repellent. Didn't know if you were with one of them or not." He laughed, taking a sip of his drink to ease his nerves.
"But you were watching me anyways?" You teased, keeping your eyes locked onto his. He took in a deep breath, pressing his lips together as before he spoke. "You have no idea what you look like, huh?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at you. "Who wouldn't be able to resist looking at someone like you?" His words sent shivers down your spine, you needed to get him in a bathroom stall with you hours ago. As the two of you continued flirting with one another, eyefucking each other as you sipped on your respective drinks, someone unexpected entered the club.
"Heyy." Geto's voice echoed into your friend's ears. The dark-haired man was half up, half down in his signature bun, one hand tucked into his pocket while his other was held up in front of him, waving to his friends. "Hey troublemaker~" Gojo smiled largely. Shoko groaned along with Utahime. "Thought you couldn't make it?" Nanami asked as he slid in next to him on the couch, spreading his long legs out on the cushions as he took Nanami's drink from him, taking a gulp.
"Got off early, thought I might come by." He responded, laughing when a drunk Nanami snatched his drink back from Geto, muttering to order his own drink. "Come by my ass, you work on the other side of town." Shoko laughed incredulously, adding that you were not going to be very happy. "She's here?" Geto asked, his demeanor immediately perking up. Shoko looked to Utahime knowingly before she looked back to Geto, hissing air in through her teeth.
"Yes cheater~ Of course she's here, and she's about to score by the looks of it." Shoko laughed, making Gojo whistle as he dragged his gaze to you, watching you pull your head back from the whispering something in the mans ear before his lips moved, head moving in tandem as you slid off of the barstool, taking his larger hand in his as you dragged him away from the seat, making him place his drink down on the bar top, abandoning it as you dragged him away to the bathroom.
Geto had just watched the entire scene unfold in front of him that the rest of them had seen. Of course, Geto had come here for you. Shoko was right, he worked almost half an hour away from the club, he was exhausted from work but when he saw you say in the group chat you were going to be here, he knew he had to make a detour. He knew he fucked up when he lied to you about going to the club, but truthfully he had done nothing more than let a couple girls fawn over him, grinding on him while they peppered kisses on his cheeks, never coming close to his mouth.
He still loved you, of course, he did, but you had been adamant about not seeing him at all for almost two months. He hadn't really given up, he would never give up on trying to get you back, he just figured maybe a little break and letting you calm down would lead you back to him. Clearly, he was wrong as he watched you maneuver your way through the crowd, dragging some man you met five minutes prior away to fuck, looking good as all hell.
He grits his teeth, pressing his feet firmly on the floor Geto was on the move in a heartbeat, no one could stop him. "Oh look what you did." Nanami huffed, looking at Shoko. "She's gonna be fucking pissed you know." Shoko's jaw was on the floor. She severely underestimated the amount of balls Suguru Geto had. "How the fuck was I supposed to know he was gonna go chase after her???" She said, looking at him with an expression that almost resembled horror, making Gojo laugh his ass off between them.
Once you made it to the secluded corner of the club just outside the bathrooms, you spun your body around, wrapping your arms around the man. "You wanna fuck me?" You whispered into his ear, feeling his large hands wrap around your waist, his knee sliding between your legs. He groaned at your words, staring between your lips and your pretty eyes as you bit your lip at him, "Fuck yeah, pretty girl." He smiled, shaking his head as he leaned in for a kiss.
You closed your eyes, waiting for a sensation against your lips that never came. Your eyes shot open when he yelled out an exasperated "Hey! What the fuck!" His lips loosened on your waist as he was dragged away from you by a strong grip on his hair. "Geto?!" You yelled, spinning your body to look at him, your body heating up with rage combined with the neglect of pleasure. "Who the fuck are you?!" The blond-haired man yelled, trying to grip Geto's wrist to make him release the hold he had on his hair.
"Her boyfriend." He deadpanned, throwing him in the direction of the club as he reached his hand over your head, pushing the door open behind you, forcing you into the small bathroom with his large frame, leaving you no time to refute. "I didn't know man, fuck!" The man's voice was cut off as the bathroom door shut behind the two of you, Geto's hand coming down to lock the door, leaving you alone in the personal bathroom.
"What the fuck are you doing?" You asked, shoving his chest back, Geto not even moving a muscle as his jaw muscles bulged out under the weight of his clenching teeth, his dark eyes watching you fume. "What the fuck were you doing?" Geto responded, walking toward you slowly, making you step back unconsciously, trying to keep some distance between the two of you. "Why is that any of your fucking business?" You spat, almost laughing at his audacity.
"We never officially broke up." Geto retorted, clenching his fists by his sides. "Oh! Oho!" You laughed, "Excuse me, allow me to make it official for you, we are fucking done." You dug your nail into his chest, squinting your eyes as you looked into his, your tall heels making you feel more confident as your height difference wasn't as dramatic now. "Thought I made it pretty fucking clear when I didn't respond to you for almost two months, but you always were pretty dense." You huffed, backing away from him once you got your point across.
"Were you just trying to get even with me? Huh? Thought fucking some random guy in the club like a slut would make you feel better about yourself?" He yelled, continuing to walk toward you until your back hit the wall, making you jolt, you hadn't even realized you were walking backward. "The fuck did you call me?" You asked, scrunching your eyebrows together. "You're such a fucking hypocrite, acting like that wasn't exactly what you did to me." You laughed again. You felt like you were going crazy, why was he acting like you were the one in the wrong here?
"I never fucked them! Never! Maybe if you answered my fucking calls or looked at my texts you would know that!" He shouted, getting in your face. You shook your head, looking at him with disdain. "Oh, because letting girls dry hump you is so much fucking better, right?" You yelled back, the ghost of a smile gracing your features, you were so done with him.
"God you really are the worst." You spat, your eyes shooting daggers into his own. "How the fuck are you gonna make up for scaring that guy off, huh?" You asked, tilting your head at him, making his eyes lock onto yours once more. Geto cocked his head at you, clearly uncomfortable with you mentioning the blonde stranger, knowing damn well you meant you were going to fuck him, and now you were left dry.
You scoffed, "What? Don't like the thought of me getting off on someone else's cock? Moaning someone else's name? Huh? That shit make you mad?" You got in his face, keeping your squinted eyes on his dark ones. Geto doesn't know what came over him, but he couldn't stand to hear you talk anymore. His lips were on yours, swallowing your surprised moans, immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth, crushing his jaw into yours, your head bumping into the wall behind you.
You were still mad as hell, but his lips felt so familiar, your arousal crept up through the cracks of your irritation and made you kiss him back harder, fighting him for dominance. His hand came to grab your throat, squeezing harshly, his fingers digging into your delicate skin, making you whine into the kiss. He was never this rough with you, and you were loving it.
He pulled back, his free hand coming down to undo his belt quickly, pulling the leather through the loops as he threw it somewhere on the floor of the filthy bathroom floor, "Don't you ever talk about someone else fucking you in front of me." He growled, squeezing your throat to emphasize his words, You smiled through the lack of oxygen, little black dots clouding your vision, but you still felt the need to fight back. "Fuck you." You whispered.
Geto spun you around in one swift movement, making you face the wall, your hands coming to brace against the brick as you felt him lift your skirt over the curve of your ass, your panties being roughly yanked down midway on your thighs. Everything was happening so quickly, the adrenaline pumping through your veins only fueling your arousal. You knew this was not a good idea, but your body was too weak to Geto.
Geto shook his head as his eyes came into contact with your dripping pussy. He bit his lip between his teeth, pulling his cock out through his pants as he gave himself a couple rough strokes, his hand sliding down to your ass as he rubbed his thumb through your folds, spreading them and rubbing your wetness around before he dipped the digit into your hole, slowly pumping in and out. He was absolutely fuming at the thought of you giving this to someone else, he wondered if you had in the time you haven't been talking.
"You this wet from that fucking loser, or from me yelling at you?" Geto asked, pulling his thumb back to leave a rough smirk on your ass, pushing his hips forward as he rubbed his tip along your folds, getting his cock slick with your juices. "You're so full of yourself, shoulda seen the way he was touching me under the table." You giggled, turning your head to the side to look at him. You kept your words vague on purpose to piss Geto off. He had been touching you under the table, but only your thigh.
"You fucking slut." Geto grit through his teeth, his hand coming to grip the back of your neck, his fingers pinching your skin with how hard he was gripping you. "And you still wanna fuck me." You laughed, the noise getting cut short when he pushed his cock into you all at once with zero warning, keeping his balls pressed to your ass as he let his cock throb inside your walls still, his back pressing agaisnt your chest as he leaned into your ear, his deep voice whispering, "That's enough out of you." His voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine.
"Fuck!" you yelled when he pulled his hips back before he bullied his cock back into your unprepped walls, stretching you open as he meanly fucked you against the wall. "Shit- Think he could fuck you better than me? Huh?" Geto asked, leaning back as he pressed the back of your neck into the wall, his other hand holding under your hip as he held you in an arch, the pace of his hips making your knees squeeze together, bending slightly at the stimulation.
You brought one of your hands down between your thighs to rub little circles into your clit, your eyes crossing at the feeling. Geto must have felt how tight you got because he groaned through his teeth, his hand leaving your hip for a moment to come down to leave a harsh smack on your ass. "Fuck- I don't know, heh- If you didn't interrupt me I w-would've found out. He shook his head, smiling through the malice he felt coursing through his veins. "You're such a fucking brat." Smack, "Just sayin' that shit to get me worked up so I'll fuck you like the whore you are."
You wanted to hit him back every time he slapped your ass. Sure, it felt good, but you knew he was trying to put you in your place, so the action made a vein pop out on your forehead. You were so glad he couldn't see your face right now. Your words might've been sharp and snarky, but your face was flushed red and your eyes were rolling back in your head every time his fat cock thrust right against your sweet spot deep inside you, the one only he could reach. "I-I hate you-" You moaned out between his mean thrusts.
You heard him coo in response, his hand leaning the back of your neck so he could grip your waist with both hands and yank you back on his cock harder, fucking whines from your lips. "Don't talk to me like that baby, hurts my feelings~" Geto retorted, his jaw dropping in a small o when you rubbed your clit harder at his words, making your hole clench around him so tightly it felt like you were trying to milk him of all he was worth.
"Would you really be squeezing me this tight if you hated me? Hmm?" He teased, practically slamming your ass back on his pelvis, loud squelching noises bouncing off the walls. Thank god you were in this loud-ass club or everyone would know exactly what was going on, not like you really cared. "Shut up and fuck m-me." You responded curtly, closing your eyes as you tried to focus on reaching your high, timing your finger rubbing circles against your clit with his thrusts inside you.
"That's what I'm doing, dumb s-slut." Geto groaned, dropping his gaze to where the two of you were connected, feeling a warmth in his stomach bloom at the white ring of cum that had formed around the base of his dick. "Godd pussy is fucking milking me- you cant survive without me, need me- need this dick." Geto spoke between rough thrusts, his own words working himself up as he felt his high creep over him.
You grit your teeth at his words, moans spilling from your lips without your permission. He was fucking the shit out of you, you don't think he's ever been so rough before. His words, his hips, his hands, all of it, so fucking rough, and it was quickly working you up to your orgasm. You were too overwhelmed, tears started forming in your eyes with all of the stimulation and emotion you were feeling. He was hammering into your g-spot, making your legs shake uncontrollably.
"God- fuck- Gonna make me cum inside my pussy, my fucking pussy-" Geto babbled, shaking his head as he tried to get a peek at your face, noticing how you had bitten your lip between your teeth, tears streaming down your face. "Fuck, you crying? Feels that good?" He laughed. You didn't want him to know how good you were feeling, didn't want him to know his words were true; you couldn't live without him or his dick. His cock alone was literally fucking tears out of your eyes, it was so intense.
"Not gonna speak huh? Fine, stay quiet then." Your ex-boyfriend huffed, looking down at your pussy stretched around his girth as he fucked himself to his orgasm, you close behind him. "Shit- shit I'm coming- take it baby fu-ck~" Geto groaned, leaning over your back, burring his face into your neck. You felt his teeth dig into your neck when you felt the first rope of his warm seed shoot inside you, making your orgasm crash over you.
The two of you rode your highs out together, Geto's hips weakly and unceremoniously thrusting into your sopping cunt, working you through your orgasms. Geto jerked against your body, his strong hands wrapping around your torso as he kept you pressed against him, unloading his cum into your abused pussy. You whimpered into the wall, feeling his teeth leave your neck when he started coming down from his high, his face keeping its place in your neck.
The two of you stayed quiet for a while, relishing in the silence save for the dull booming of the club music echoing through the walls of the bathroom. Geto's hands were petting the skin of your hips, and for just a moment, you let yourself think everything was okay, losing yourself in the feeling; until he spoke. "I am sorry you know. So fucking sorry." He whispered into your neck, not daring to move.
You heaved out a sigh, pushing his arms off of you. You reached behind you and pushed his pelvis back, wincing in overstimulation when his softened cock slid out of your walls, his cum chasing after him, making your face scrunch at the uncomfortable feeling. "That wasn't what this was." You responded coldly. Bending down you pulled your panties up, keeping his cum snug inside you.
You turned around to watch him open your mouth, to which you held your hand up, stopping him; amazed when he actually listened. You pushed past him, bumping his shoulder in the process. Without another word, you unlocked the bathroom door and on shaky legs, left the small room and out into the nightclub to find Shoko and Utahime and get the hell out of there. Geto sighed deeply, tipping his head back as he stared at the ceiling before he closed his eyes, feeling the remorse wash over him, "fuck."
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nanami x big ole freak for the people please đ
- megan anon
đ. đ§đšđđ: *smacks and slides hands together* yessirrrr! based on this ask + iconic song by queen Megan
âč đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: Nanami x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - oral (f! + m! receiving) - fingering (f! receiving) - 69 + cowgirl + mating press positions - slight bondage; restriction of hands - protected sex (psa: wrap it up, or get tf up) - clitoral play - orgasm denial - pet names ( baby, love, sweetheart) - reader lowhighkey a dom - implied fwb relationship.
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âYo! Nanami~n, wanna hang out with me and Shoko tonight?â
âNo thanks; I have something to get to.âÂ
âEhhh, something or someone?â Gojo looks over the shoulder to see his subordinate is on the phone and, by the looks of it, texting another person. âCâmon tell me, is it a guy, girl, a curseâwho got the attention of the reserved Mister Nanami Kento?â
âGojo,â the blonde man shuts his snow-haired superior down while stuffing his phone into his tan suit. âItâs my business; donât meddle in.â He turns with the sole of his foot and walks away, the whine of the taller other not fazing him.
Gojo snickers to himself while watching his peer stride away. âWonder who's the lucky one who got that guy to finally live a littleâŠâ
Itâs known to those around him that Nanami liked to keep to himself, even in matters outside of his work. Thereâs no need to mix business with pleasureâespecially in his line of occupation where thereâs no guarantee on the good side of things or fulfilling false promises to people you care about. Heâd much rather keep the two separate, going to Jujutsu Tech and taking care of missions in a timely methodology as a grade one sorcerer and wind down in the comfort of his leisure time or home before repeating the process the next day.Â
However, tonight would be one of those rare nights where heâd go elsewhere to mellow downâŠat someone elseâs request, such as the person who messaged him to meet at a hotel and the one behind the door he knocks on before itâs opened.
You enter his vision with a grin. âThere you are; I almost thought you didnât get my text.â
âI did,â Nanami took off his goggles and stuffed them in his pockets. âDid you wait long?â
âToo long,â your hands are placed on his chest and slide to his sunken cheeks to cup. âI guess itâs better late than never, but you know I donât like wasting my time, especially since youâre the one who summoned me.â
He brings a hand to yours to kiss your palm, and chocolate brown eyes pair with a tiny smirk. âIs it too late to make up for my tardy?â
Your smile grows broader with hooded eyes, and your face inches closer to his. âThat depends on how fast your fine ass can get inside the damn room,â you whisper before claiming his lips, a spark between you two ignited within milliseconds.
The fair-headed man wastes no time, leading you back inside the hotel room and closing the door with his foot. Hands are instantly roaming each otherâs bodies, yours undoing his tie and discarding it with his blazer while he unbuttons your blouse to slide down your shoulders and meet the floor, same with your pencil skirt. With his lips still locked on yours, Nanami gently lies you by the edge of the bed, spreading your stocking legs for more access to hover above you. Lust has your smooches driven for a needier connection, tongues invading each otherâs cavity, and your legs wrapping around him as he rocks his hips to your figure.
Youâre the first to break the kiss, biting his bottom lip with a tease. He sighs, âIs that fast enough for you?â
He makes you titter. âSo attentive, arenât you? But you know I want more than these nice lips to play with.â
Oh, he knows. Trust and believe, he does.Â
âAhhshhhâŠ! DamnâŠfeel so good, love.â
He throws his head back to the pillow, savoring the sense of your tongue lapping around the crown of his erect cock. His pants were now off of him, you mounted atop him, your ass facing his way while his groin was arranged before your face.Â
His view was downright taken over with the sight of your butt and lacy panties swaying from side to side, all the while you were kissing and sucking on the skin of his dick. Your hands move to please him, one stroking his shaft in your grasp while the other fondles his balls with your pretty fingertips.
You suck on his cockhead and release with a soft âpop,â his groan sweet to your eardrums. âGosh, baby, you sound so pent up,â more licks to his glans jerk his hips, even when the kneads to his scrotum become firmer for the hand on your waist to get tighter. âLoosen up for me; Iâve been craving you like crazy all week...â
âHnnmm, I can say the same for you, sweetheart,âeyes fixate on your underwear as he slides them to reveal your bare cunt. Seeing a trail of your excitement stick and glisten is no shock. âYou seem to be tense yourself,â he brings a forefinger to your labia to lube with your excess fluid, and you hum with a bitten lip as he inserts the digit inside you to wiggle and scrape around. âFeel like it, too.â
âHooooh,â You donât hold back a moanâno need when indulging with this man. âAhhh shit, yess, right thereâŠâ
âYeah? You like this, baby?â He curls the finger with every pull before the push; your wails are too cute not to push for more. âFeels good?â
âNnmmmâŠyou know what would feel even better?â You peer over your shoulder, your orbs meeting mocha ones as you nudge him with the hit of your toes. âShutting up and using that handsome face of yours.â Your batted, innocent eyes donât match the vulgar display of your hips in front of Nanami. Yet he doesnât scold you, just accepting you with a chuckle while pulling you in. A shiver dances up your spine at the contact of his wet muscle on your chasm, stirs to your clit, and nestling between your folds powers the desire.Â
âOhhh, yesss, just like that, Ken,â you praise before hallow cheeks take in his dick back into your mouth. Muffled sounds of contentment are felt on his cock, and it only pushes him to ravage your sensitive area even more.
However, this is nothing compared to the real deal moments later.Â
Nanami knows how much you love to be in controlâheâs been with you enough to understand that youâre serious when you need your fix. So, he has no room to refute you when you tie his hands above his head with his necktie and straddle above his lying frame. Yet again, no complaints came from the blonde man. After all, he is the one who has you here in the first place.
He lays on the bed, moaning below as you bounce up and down on his pelvis. For the second time that night, you were riding him down to the point, shrilling euphorically as your hips did the work for your satisfaction. Youâre in complete control of the scene: the pace, the speed, the angle, the entire show.Â
You lean forward, and the angle and motion of your lower region frequent the presses of your clitoris. âFuuuhick, ohhhshiiitâŠ!â
Neat golden hair is now untidy; strands cover and stick to his forehead. But that doesnât obstruct the erotic view of you plunging his length into your aching slit, which has him swallowing thickly with a heated face. âHnngh! Shit, so tight...â
âHaaaah, ahahaaa, feelinâ good, Kento?â You tease, leaning backward to clamp onto his girth. His dick rubs on the upper wall of your vagina and brushes to your G-spot resulting in your howling. ââOoohhh, my God, yessss!â Thereâs no way you wouldnât be clenching on him like crazy like this!
Makeshift bondage be damned, the man canât help but buck his pelvis with your movements; the snug of your walls around him are difficult to resist and fuel him to chase the orgasm heâs been wanting all this time, and he can only thank for the condom that shields you from each otherâs bare touchâor else his patience wouldâve worn thin the round before.Â
Itâs borderline torture to watch you finger your clit and milk him with his hands bound; he wishes to touch you so badly. And you can see right through him, tittering as you come to a stop and remove yourself from him. He groans at the cold feeling of the air, substituting your warmth. However, thatâs changed when you bend to untie his hands and get off his legs.
âCâmon, Kento,â you wet your lips, lying on your back and pulling your legs up. Knees to your chest and your wet cunt instigating an invitation. âYour turn to take care of me.â
God, you were intoxicating, your words making him hot in that dress shirt of his. Thatâs why he sighs with a scoff as he unbuttons to let his chest and abdomen breathe, aligning his length to join you again.
âIâll do just that, love.â
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Breeding His Housewife w/ Aizawa S.
KINK!tober w/ Nana Oct. 1 | m.list
MDNI | breeding, talk of pregnancy, p in v, doggy a/n: for that one anon (â3<)
Aizawa Shouta was a simple man who loved to take care of his adorable housewife. Taking care of his wife often meant eating her out till her adorable legs were shaking and his face was dripping with her cum. But recently, a new fantasy has been worming its way into his brain. He canât get the idea of his wifeâs soft tummy all round and her plump breasts full and swollen with milk for his little baby. Bottom line was that Aizawa Shouta wanted to breed his cute little housewife.Â
Which lead to now. Lucky for him, the only other thing covering your body was a thin pair of panties. Crouching down so he was eye level with your ass, his gaze focused on the flash of yellow that was your panties. The sliver of fabric was disappearing between your puffy lips. Feeling himself twitch in his pants and start to get hard, he reaches down to give himself a squeeze.Â
Shuffling closer, Aizawa kneels in front of your cheeks before reaching out and gently massaging your thighs. A content sigh escapes you as he begins to speak;
âFeel good, love?â
Smiling your nod your head and hum out a yes.Â
âGoodâ his deep voice comes from behind you.Â
Pressing his thumbs closer into the crease of your ass, he peels them back to expose his favourite pair of panties. The yellow fabric has gotten significantly darker near your entrance. Leaning in, he places an open mouthed kiss on top, his lips quickly finding your clit through the material. A soft moan falls from your lips and you press your hips back. Aizawa hooks his finger around the panties, pulling it to the side. His tongue immediately dips into your core, licking into you and collecting your juices.Â
Moaning against you as you squirm and whimper for more, Aizawa becomes flooded with an intense need for you. Wanting to hear more of your sweet sounds, he continues to lap at your clit, massaging your entrance and tongue fucking you. He thinks heâs starting to feel lightheaded with the amount of blood flowing to fill out his length. His dick twitching and leaking precum in his pants. The strain becoming uncomfortable and maddening. With a final suck on your clit, he lets you go and sits back on his heels. You hear clothes rustling but feel nothing more.Â
âWhere did you goooâ Whining you begin to turn before a strong hand places itself in between your shoulder blades, pinning you down.
âI got you, donât move loveâ Came his raspy voice. Humming and settling in, you shake your hips, teasing him.Â
He chuckles before placing his other hand on your hip. Pressing down, he tilts your body so your thighs spread and present him a gorgeous view of your cunt. Letting go for a moment, he strokes himself once, twice, before lining up and pushing in.Â
The second his fat tip popped past your tight ring of muscle, the both of you moan in synch. As each inch presses further in, Aizawa felt hot pleasure climb up his spine. Your wet walls moulding to his shape, caressing and squeezing each dip and vein. When finally he bottoms out, heâs panting because he can feel how snug your cervix is caressing his weeping head and slit. Youâre not doing much better, mouth hung open in a silent moan, drooling on the couch cushion.Â
Bending over your body so his front is pressed to your back, Aizawa begins to pull out, moaning at the feeling, hands gripping your hips. Already pussydrunk, he starts to babble against your neck as he sets a steady pace;Â
âFuck, you feel so good...wanna give you my babyâ
âYeah?â You whine, turning your head, trying to get a glimpse of him.Â
âYeah...wanna fill you up and watch you-... Fuck...watch you get all roun-hnggg-dâ Aizawa presses hot kisses at the top of your spine before gently but firmly biting down. Feeling you immediately clench around him his hips stutter as he groans.Â
âFuck, gonna fuck a baby into your cute womb,â His hips pick up speed as he thrusts deeper, jostling your body and making the whole couch move. You start to slip forwards. Suddenly you let out a loud moan. The new angle has him drilling your g spot over and over again. His slit kissing the spongy spot, bullying it into the shape of him. He speaks again,
âWanna... fuck, wanna make-â His words dissolve into a moan as he feels himself get closer and closer to cuming. His strong hand wedges itself between your thighs and the armrest of the couch. His long fingers worming themselves closer to your clit.Â
âneed you, need you to -fuck- cum so it takes better.âÂ
The pads of his fingers slide against your clit, sending shocks of electricity up your spine. Each swipe of his fingers bring your closer and closer until youâre falling apart, face shoved into the seat cushion. He sinks his teeth further into your skin as your clamp down around him.
But he doesnât stop there. Ignoring your squirming and weak sounds of protest, his finger contine to abuse your clit. Your cum making them slide all the better. He mumbles from behind you,
ââNotherâ
âGotta make sure it takes.â
âOne more, please, please, pleaseâÂ
Phrase after phrase fall from his lips as his hips drive his length in and out of your tight heat. He could feel your walls flittering and twitching around him. The way your thighs began to close again, he knew you were close to cuming again.Â
Your mouth hung open in a cute âoâ shape, a constant stream of âah, ah, ah, ahâ falling from your lips as he fucked the air out of your lungs. At your sudden keen and the way your pussy began rhythmically milking his cock, Aizawa finally let go. Long ropes of sticky cum coated your womb. His hips stuttered as he moaned your name. His hips bucked weakly as he overstimulated himself, making you got every last drop of his seed.Â
Finally stilling, he leaned back over your tired and boneless body, his chest against your back. Gently hands brushed your hair to one side. He pressed a kiss to the back, panting and catching his breath.Â
âYou did so good for me, love.â you hummed your approval.
The two of you stayed like that for a moment before he pulled out. You whimpered as you felt the pressure from his length disappear. Before you could protest too much, his strong arms were picking you up and pulling you to his chest. Flipping your positions, he sat down on the couch and settled you on his lap. For the rest of the night he wouldnât let you get up or do anything, doting on you the whole time. Because after all, his cute little wife needed to sit still so his seed could take. ;)
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hiii, i love your writing so freaking much, can i please ask for a Franco fic inspired on Gold rush by taylor swift? he just literally gave me that vibe and I NEED to read something like that, please and thank you <3
everybody wants you â§âËâ© - franco colapinto
summary: when your best friend since birth finally joins you in formula one, it's safe to say that you're excited - though when it becomes apparent that he's the more favoured one, you start to doubt things, including your feelings w/c: 2.8k
a/n: oh anon i love this idea but also this was my first time listening to this song so i hope i interpreted it the way you hoped and did it service !!! <333
You hated how cliche it was.Â
The two of you were childhood best friends, together for as long as you could remember. You always credited yourself for getting into karting first and Franco, always eager to stay by your side, followed suit. The track only gave the two of you another domain to be inseparable in, with every race ending with both of you on the podium - and it never mattered who was first, only that you were both there, together.Â
There was an unspoken understanding in your hometown that the two of you were never to be separated, which you initially revelled in, but the older you got the more you felt yourself developing a feeling towards your friend you couldnât quite explain. Somewhere in the realm of jealousy, just beyond admiration and reaching just short of a childhood crush.
It came in waves, flowing whenever you were reminded of just how different the two of you were, and how inadequate you felt next to him - with his charismatic personality and curly brown hair that always fell perfectly into place, always drawing more and more people towards him. The more time you spent with him, the more you found yourself wondering why he had chosen you of all people to stick so close by, even if he never gave you a reason to doubt it.Â
And so when you decided to move away to pursue racing, it wasnât shocking that Franco would too. The two of you set off, after many tearful goodbyes to your friends and family back home, to brace the world, hand in hand.Â
You stayed racing for the same teams, always getting promoted or signed at the exact same time - almost as if the universe had heard the same unspoken understanding of your town, and knew that you worked best together. And whilst it helped to see each other during practices, debriefs, and even wearing the same uniforms, it was far from the only thing that kept your friendship strong.Â
Away from almost everything else the two of you knew, you clung to each other tightly and came to know absolutely everything about each other through it. Hushed midnight conversations, early morning snack runs, and even visiting landmarks as you grew and travelled countries - all the while with Franco by your side.Â
Strangely enough, it never did occur to you to see the boy beside you as more than just a friend - no matter how much the other girls you befriended seemed to think otherwise. Whenever they would sneakily whisper to you, asking whether you were sure the two of you were just friends you would always roll your eyes shooting back something along the lines of Ew? Franco? No, weâve known each other forever - which typically made them happy to pursue him themselves, even if they strangely never succeeded.Â
All this came to a screeching halt in the summer of your second year in Formula Two, however, when you were met with a contract deal from Alpine Racing. A racing seat for one.Â
âYouâre taking it right?â his voice is excited as the two of you sit in the stuffy hostel room youâre sharing with about eight other strangers, all too broke or cheap to pay for anything better. Franco was the first you had told, before your coach, before your family, before anyone.Â
âI donât know Franco, I mean-âÂ
âWhat? Why wouldnât you?âÂ
You chew your bottom lip as you fiddle with the bedsheet below you, not able to look him in the eye. âIt means we wonât get to race together you know,â you sigh.Â
âWell you donât know that, maybe you race alone for a year but once I make it into F1 weâll be side by side again! Plus youâre stupid if you think I wonât be visiting every one of your races anyway.âÂ
You watch his green eyes scan your expression, searching for a clue to how youâre feeling.Â
âItâs just a big step, I donât know if Iâm ready for it.âÂ
âI think youâre more than ready,â he insists, though you donât feel convinced.Â
When you finally speak again your voice is tiny, âIâm scared, Franco.âÂ
In that moment, he gives you a sympathetic look before pulling you into a tight hug and even though neither of you spoke about it again that night, you knew exactly what it meant - I know youâre scared, but Iâm here for you.Â
And you arenât ashamed of the fact that it was his reaction alone that pushed you to make the decision to take up the deal, and you couldnât have been happier that you did. At least, thatâs how you felt for the initial months of your contract which was filled with cocktail parties, race suit fittings and media interviews. And despite what you had expected, and as selfish as it mightâve been, having Franco not by your side for once felt like a breath of fresh air you hadnât known you needed - it filled you with a lone sense of pride, having âmade itâ without someone being right there for you to be compared to.Â
It was perhaps this sense of pride that helped you manage to score points on your debut. You still remember running up to where Franco was waiting for you in the garage, the biggest smile on both of your faces as you jumped into his arms - and it felt, just for a moment, like this euphoria mightâve been what you had spent your whole life waiting for.Â
But perhaps you had spoken too soon, since your progress saw a steep decline causing you to lose not only the chances to score points and impress your team, but also the confidence you had spent so long working on.Â
And one night, just when it seemed like you were at your lowest, after a weekend full of DNFs and near-crashes - the most unexpected thing happened. A singular text from Franco, halfway across the world, excitedly explaining how he was going to be filling a position in Formula One, in a different team to you.Â
There wasnât a single word to describe the millions of emotions you felt rushing through you in that moment. For one, surprise at the mid-season switch as well as a certain sort of selfish disappointment that you would no longer be the only one in the highest form of the sport you both loved. But above all else, a thrumming excitement about being with your best friend once more - to see him at the paddock, catch up with him during sessions and not have to trek all the way into grandstands just to see his face.Â
It didnât take you long to realise though, that you were far from the only one who felt this way. It was almost like the moment Franco stepped foot on the paddock, donning the blue of Williams for his first race weekend, the world fell in love with him. Online, conversations about him blew up to the point where you couldnât go moments without being bombarded by clips of his interviews or edits of him. It was strange, one part of you felt proud that the world was finally waking up to the treasure that was your best friend, but another felt the strong urge to hide him away, for him to be all yours.Â
A small part of you had expected this, having known Franco and his personality since before you could put it into words - but what you hadn't expected was for him to also back it up with amazing performances. Now, it was him who was scoring points and impressing everyone - and you who was left to do little more other than celebrate with him, for your own results paled in comparison. And once news got out about you being childhood friends, through a couple of grainy leaked photos of the two of you smiling proudly in your tiny karts, the comparisons started up again.Â
It was like salt in the wound, agonisingly so - seeing your best friend adored him doing well in the sport you got into first, while you were left to, weekend after weekend, fail to make it into points range. And to make matters worse, the media frenzy that cropped up around Franco did little other than make you come to a realisation you might've spent your whole life running from - that you were jealous, not of Franco, but of those who loved him. That maybe your desire to constantly stick by his side was more than just a childish habit, and that your jealousy of his achievements was just a reminder that youâd never be more than just a friend, one that was always a little behind, a little worse.Â
Despite your best efforts, the two of you began to drift apart, each achievement he got driving a deeper and deeper wedge between you. It hurt a lot, race weekends beginning to bleed into each other - a plain blur of failed races, celebrations from other teams, and Franco's adoring fans.
It all seemed to come to a head one weekend, a minor crash in an earlier lap winding you up in the Alpine garage - sweaty, irritated and extremely exhausted. Yet you continued to watch the race, not so much for anyone else, but more so that you could keep a close eye on the blurry blue car, and its driver.
And before you knew it you were watching it cross the finish line in third, Francoâs first podium - right in front of your eyes.Â
You werenât sure why, but your first instinct was to hastily get up from the fold-out chair you were sitting on and rush away to your driver's room, like a child throwing an immature tantrum. You knew Franco well enough to know heâd come looking for you but knew yourself enough just as well to know you couldnât face him right now. With everything that had been going on, with the constant stream of less-than-kind comments you were getting online and the extreme dip in your performance, the last thing you wanted was to be reminded of your inadequacy. It was extremely selfish, sure, but you convinced yourself that you were actually doing Franco a favour since you knew your acting skills were too poor to convincingly put on a show as he celebrated right in front of you. You always had been a faster runner than him, at least, thatâs what years of playground tag had told you.Â
But it had been a while since then and before you could make it to your room you heard an all-too-familiar voice call from behind you.Â
âHey!âÂ
âNot now Franco,â you huff, so close to the door of your room that youâve got one hand on its handle already.Â
âWhat? Câmon, I just got a podium and thatâs all you have to say?â You pause at the handle, the hurt tone in his voice pulling at your heartstrings.Â
âYeah, I saw, good job but I just canât right now.âÂ
âCanât what? Youâre joking, right?â His voice rises in volume a little, and he sounds in disbelief - youâre glad the garages are mostly empty so that no one can see the scene heâs making.Â
âNo, Iâm not,â you shoot back firmly. Youâre still facing away from him, arm hanging limp from the door handle - you canât remember the last time you felt this defeated, this tired.Â
âSeriously, what is going on with you lately? Itâs like, you were so excited for us to race together but now we barely talk even though we see each other every day.âÂ
âFranco,â you say, quietly.Â
âWeâve known each other forever but this feels like the first time where I truly have no clue what is going on in your head, why donât you ever talk to me anymore? You donât think I donât notice you avoiding me?âÂ
âFranco, please.â You feel tears pricking up at the corners of your eyes, and it doesnât help how accusatory he sounds.Â
âPlease, what?âÂ
âPlease, just go celebrate.âÂ
âNo! If you think Iâm just going to leave now without you, youâre seriously ridiculous. I mean, this is what we always dreamed of, isnât it?âÂ
At that, you turn around to face him - looking him in the eyes for the first time in what feels like months. You watch his brows unfurrow immediately as his expression softens at the sight of you, tears welling up in your eyes which are surrounded by dark circles, marks left from your many sleepless nights. Itâs clear that he notices how small you look as well as you hunch into yourself, barely having the energy to stand up straight.Â
âWoah, hey,â he says, his tone gentle now.Â
âDonât do this Franco, donât talk to me like weâre still children,â you say, instinctively defensive.Â
âArenât we?âÂ
You let out a laugh, soft yet cruel as you struggle to hold in your tears, âEverythingâs different now, isnât it? When was the last time we were on a podium together or even spoke face to face like this.âÂ
âWhat are you even saying?â You feel a pang of pain in your heart at the look in his eyes, a little anger mixed with disbelief.Â
âIâm saying, that maybe being friends isnât going to work if weâre racing against each other anymore. Have you seen the way I get compared to you relentlessly? Everyone loves you, everyone wants you, and Iâm just, there! Do you have any idea what thatâs like? To have no one backing you?â Â
âYouâre my best friend, Iâm right here, backing you!âÂ
âFranco,â you say, just above a whisper.Â
Thereâs a moment of silence, and you can see Franco working up the courage to say something, his hands fiddling with the fireproof mask heâs been holding this whole time. You feel a couple of tears finally make their way down your cheeks and you do your best to wipe them away, eager to not embarrass yourself in front of him anymore.Â
âI love you.â He finally says.Â
âDonât say that, please, donât say that.â Youâre about to turn away, ready to just shut yourself in your room.Â
âNo, like, I love you.â You hear him take a couple steps closer to you, to the point where heâs right behind you.Â
âYou donât mean that,â you sigh.Â
âI do,â he says, barely above a whisper, âI have, for years.âÂ
You pause, silently turning around to face him, and it feels like the breath has been knocked out of you. He looks at you, nervously waiting for a response though trying to put on a face that tells you how serious he is about what heâs just said.Â
âAnd I know that you probably donât feel the same but I need you to know this because I canât keep going on like this, barely seeing or talking to you and-â he begins to ramble, and all you do is let out a relieved sigh as you lean forward to rest your head on his chest in silence. However, itâs clear this confuses him as he stops talking immediately.Â
âI love you too, Franco.âÂ
âWh- really?âÂ
âYes,â you say, the smile audible in your voice.Â
âLike, seriously?âÂ
âAs serious as a heart attack.â You lean back against the door with a smile of relief, or as much a smile as you can muster up figuring that you feel like youâre about to collapse right there and then.Â
âIâd kiss you but,â he gestures to his face and hair which is drenched in sweat.Â
âOh shut up and come here,â you say quietly, looping your arms around his neck as you pull him close to you. When your lips meet his arms wrap around your waist as he pushes you up against the door of your room, and even though you couldnât care less, youâre once again glad thereâs no one here to see the two of you. No cameras, no fans, no other drivers - just the two of you, and the years of history between you.Â
When you part, his face is flushed as he offers you a shy smile, his arms still around your waist. âYou have no idea how long Iâve waited to hear you say that.âÂ
âI could say the same for you.âÂ
âSo, what now?â he asks.Â
âYou go celebrate your first podium,â you reply excitedly.Â
âWe,â he corrects, finally unlooping his arms to take you by the hand and lead you out of the garage - and whilst your beaming smiles mightâve seemed to many the results of his podium, the two of you knew they were part of something much, much bigger.Â
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You're You- C.S
summary: after finding out that they're both twenty year old virgins, both bff!chris and bff!y/n decide to take each others virginity.
cw: cursing, SMUT; unprotected p in v, pull out method, oral!f&m!receiving, making out
an: thank you to this anon and @monroesturnns for the idea
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"Chris! Shh, I can't hear the movie." Y/n puts her hand over Chris' mouth who just can't stop talking. Chris' voice turns muffled and he licks her hand making her pulls her hand away. "You animal!" She gasps, wiping her hand against his shirt.
"You were asking for it, putting your hand over my mouth like that." He pinches her side lightly. "Well you don't ever shut the fuck up while a movie is clearly playing." Y/n points her hand to the movie. "Okay, okay. I'll shut my mouth for the rest of the movie." Chris holds his hands up in surrender. "Thank you, Chris. Now hand me the remote, I missed some parts."
"That's his first time? Doesn't seem like it." Chris says through a mouthful of M&M's, referring to the sex scene that is currently playing. Y/n only giggles, stealing a few pieces of chocolate from Chris' hand. "You never told me about your first time now that I think about it. We've been friends all these years and you never told me." Chris turns to look at her and she feels her face turn hot.
"W-what?" She stutters. "Your first time? How'd it go?" He shrugs as if this is something people talking about in a normal conversation. "I- I haven't- you know." She mutters but Chris couldn't quite hear her. "What was that?" Y/n covers her face. "I haven't had sex yet!" She says, peeking through her fingers to look at his reaction. Although it was totally okay to be a virgin, she still felt a bit embarrassed about it.
"Y/n-" He starts. "I know! I know! I'm almost twenty one and haven't been fucked yet, laugh all you want." She looks at him, dropping her hands in her lap. "Hey, 'm not gonna laugh. Since we're being honest here, I still haven't fucked anyone either or gotten my dick sucked." Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. "You're just saying that to make me feel better." She looks back at the movie, the two main characters were still going at it.
"I'm not, I'm being serious, I'm still a virgin." He grabs her chin so she can look at him. "Really? I mean how? You're- you're you!" She says finally meeting his eyes. "I could say the same thing about you." He leans in closer to her, their lips inches apart. "Are we really doing this?" She whispers. "Only if you want to." He brings her closer.
"Yes, I want this." She nods, moving her face closer to finally connect their lips. Their lips mold together perfectly. Chris holds the bottom of her jaw and nudges her face up so he can get better access. Y/n gasps and Chris takes the opportunity to stick his tongue in. She can taste the faintness of the M&M's they had both eaten a few minutes earlier. "Get on my lap." He pulls away gasping for air.
Y/n giggles, she can't believe this is happening right now. "Should I take this off?" She tugs on the hem of her shirt as she gets situated on his lap. "Please do. Wanna see you." He runs his hands up her thighs. Y/n places one last kiss on his jaw before removing her shirt, her bare breasts now exposed to Chris.
"Look at you." He moves his hands up her bare torso, placing a kiss on the valley of her tits. "Please, Chris." She whimpers. "Patience, baby." The pet name falls easily from his lips. Soon enough, Chris gives in and gives her what she wants. He kisses from her neck down to her right breast and sucks her nipples into his mouth, kneading the other with his hand.
"Oh!" She gasps at the sensation, feeling a wet patch form on her panties. "Does that feel good, hm?" He mutters against her nipple, looking up at her through his lashes. "So good." She nods, gripping his hair at the back of his head. Chris' moot comes off her nipple with a pop and gives the same treatment to her other.
Y/n pulls Chris' head away and reconnects their lips. Panting against their lips, Y/n pulls away and starts kissing down his jaw, bringing his shirt up. "Off, please." She mumbles, rolling her hips against his, making him groan. He soon gets his shirt off and flips them, now he's on top of her. He licks, sucks and nips against her neck and collarbones. Chris' kisses her lower and lower and he find himself pulling Y/ns' sweats down her legs chucking them to the floor.
"So wet already." Chris presses a finger on the wet patch and Y/n tries to close her legs. "Hey, it's okay." He coos, going back up to be face to face with her. "Are you sure you want this." He looks at her, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Yes, sorry. I just, you know. Never been touched there by anyone else." She leans up to give him a kiss. "Okay, if you want me to stop just tell me and we'll stop, alright?" He kisses her cheek before going back down to meet her covered cunt.
"Can I?." He puts her legs over her shoulder and kisses her inner thigh. "Yes." She nods. Chris moves her panties to the side and stares at her glistening pussy. "I've never done this before-" Y/n cuts his off. "It's okay, do what you think is natu- Oh!" She moans when she feels his tongue lick up from her hole to her clit. "Is that good?" He looks up at her while tonguing at her clit. "So good." She nods and sighs with pleasure.
Chris continues to suck on her pussy and slurp her juices. "You taste so sweet." He presses one last kiss to her puffy clit before coming up to kiss her, his chin wet with her arousal. Y/n can taste herself on his tongue. "Can I suck you off?" Y/n says through kisses, running her hand down to his hard on. "You want to?" He closes his eyes when he feels her squeeze his cock. "Yeah, same as you, I've never- you know." Chris chuckles. "I'm sure you'll be incredible."
Y/n now flips them over and Chris is sitting against the headboard, Y/n on his lap, kissing, nipping, and sucking on his neck. Like Chris, her kisses get lower and lower until she's on her knees face to face with his clothed dick. "Can I?" She asks. "Please do." Y/n lowers his sweats down and pulls him out, holding him in her hand. "So big." She kisses his pink leaky tip. "Oh fuck." He whispers. Y/n sucks on his top and leans in more until he's hitting the back of her throat.
"Shit!" He groans, gathering her hair into makeshift ponytail. She bobs her head up and down sucking his dick and she feels a string of her saliva go down her chin. "I'm- I'm close!" He tugs on her hair and brings her off his cock. "You don't want me to-" He shakes his head. "Wanna come with you." He smiles, bringing her to kiss him on the lips.
"Are you ready?" He refers to finally having sex. "I- yes." She nods, kissing him once more as he flips them and she's back against the mattress again. "I'm gonna go slow okay? Don't wanna hurt you." He kisses her forehead. As he grabs his cock to align himself to her hole, he remembers. "Fuck!" He groans, but not in pleasure. "What's wrong?" She says, coming up to lean on her elbows. "I- I don't have a condom. I can try to pull out- I will." He corrects himself. "Sounds perfect."
"Ready?" He slides his dick up and down, wetting his cock with her arousal. "Mhm." She nods. Chris stops his tip at her hole and slowly pushes in. "Oh." Y/n falls onto her back, feeling herself become full with Chris' cock. "You doing okay?" Y/n nods. "Yes, keep- keep going."
Once Chris is fully in her, he stops for a few seconds before pulling back and thrusting back in her. "Shit!" They both moan. Chris brings his thumb to her clit and draws 8's on the swollen nub. "Just like that- oh my god." She cries out, arching her back at the immense amount of pleasure. "You feel so good around me." He groans into her neck. "Fuck, Chris. Keep going." She whimpers.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming." Y/n feels the imaginary rubber band snap in her lower belly. "I'm almost there, baby." He keeps thrusting in and out of her. "Shit- I'm almost. Fuck!" He pulls out and cums on her stomach, some landing on her tits. Y/n moans at the sight, feeling his warm spurts land on her body. "Holy fuck!" He lands on top of her, not caring at the fact that he's now got his cum all over himself. "How's that for a first time?"
"Better than I imagined it." She giggles, kissing his lips.
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Kinich x fem! Reader childhood friends to lovers please? Some backstory of Kinich's childhood and reader being the only one who can give him great comfort
back when we were younger - grentperez ,, childhood lovers w/ kinich. purely fluff/romance.
when you both were younger, it'd often be just the two of you after the other kids went to their parents, or at least elsewhere. so you'd ask him things others usually wouldn't.
"hey, you!" your small figure suddenly showed up in the corner of his eye, he turned his head. "wanna play with me?" you took a seat beside him on the grass, the sun seemed like it was about to set, you both didn't have too much time left but... no harm in playing he supposed.
as you explained your little card game to him, you were honestly super proud, it was a game somewhat similar to the TCG you see nowadays in teyvat.
as much as he lost to you at first, he ended up winning right before he had to go. you waved him off with a soft genuine smile as he did the same in a more shy manner.
he always found comfort in anything you did for him. the time you spent with him, the effort you put into making him feel better after having lost to you, or those moments where he started to doubt his strength.
you made that same spot the place you both would always meet up at for years to come. always playing the same game and talking about hopes and dreams, but that was honestly mostly you. he liked hearing you talk.
he also liked other stuff about you though, like those moles on your thighs. or the acne that grew onto your face that one time, maybe even the times you've scolded him as you both grew into adults.
"kinich... you know we talked about this! stop being so careless!" you huffed and crossed your arms, the number of times you've scolded him over this, you still smacked his head like you did back when you'd win your little game.
"i know. 'm sorry." that day he was revived by the pyro archon, mavuika, acknowledging his strength and passion for his nation.
but.. why was he still surprised when you suddenly reached out to hug him? you've been friends for years, this should be nothing. he should be able to reciprocate it easy peasy... right?
yet it felt like his body was stuck, frozen even. your warmth quickly melted his cold exterior, causing him to shed a few tears. someone was worried about him. you slightly tackle him back down onto the grass.
"don' cry kin', i just- I don't want you to get hurt. I believe in your strength," you wipe off a few of his tears as you pull away from his arms. "but I don't want you to stop coming home... I don't want you to stop playing with me. you've made so many friends with me, we're supposed to be a package deal."
every word you uttered, you started to cry too. he brings you back into a hug.
ever since that day, he's tried to lessen the times he's had to die, but only further strengthening his will to fight and live to see another day. or more like to see you again.
it's been another two years since your little speech to him. you're finally already his significant other, and somewhat keeping it away from those who weren't close to you both.
before he could finally go home to you, he swung by the very same place you both would play your card game. tracing his fingertips on the wall nearby, looking at each of your scores back when you'd score them anyway.
"you wanted to come by here too, huh?" he turned his head almost immediately at the voice, he could recognize your tone from anywhere. you rounded a corner to take a look at the long list of tallies on the stone wall.
"you know, i always felt like we were something back then." you hum as you crouch to look at the measurements of heights for each year you both got older.
"pretty, you are aware we've been together for two years now, right?" "don't ruin our moment kin'!"
a small voice emits from nothingness; "can you two lovebirds keep it down?! a king needs his beauty sleep y'know?!"
"oh shut it, will you?!"
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Confessing (Alternate)
Mean!Stepmom!Wanda x Pervy!Reader
After months of spying on your stepmother, youâre finally caught and made to confess far more than youâd expected.
CW: Non-consensual spying, underwear stealing and other nefarious acts, mentions of masturbation, stepmom/stepdaughter, intense questioning, dacryphilia (kinda), humiliation, spanking, mommy kink, accidental orgasm, arousal tasting, allusion of oral (W receiving)
Word Count: 3.9k
A/N: This is literally the exact same fic I posted yesterday but with a non g!p reader. The only things that have changed are the readerâs anatomy and the ending.
You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, still mostly naked from the long shower youâd just taken. You stood up on your tippy toes in order to highlight the main attraction: your new lacy thong underwear.
Youâd stolen them from your stepmother Wanda's wardrobe earlier while she was busy making dinner. When youâd found them, you just knew you had to have them.
It was the first time youâd ever stolen her panties to wear, and the act both scared and aroused you. It was one of the boldest moves youâd ever made in your months of silent admiration of Wanda.
Not to say that the stuff youâd been doing up until this was innocent or tame, by any means. This was just the furthest youâd ever pushed the envelope.
Itâs not that you wanted to get caught, per se, but the risk was enticing. It was sort of like exhibitionism. The risk of being in public added excitement, but that didnât mean you wanted to get arrested for public indecency.
âHoney! Dinnerâs ready!â Wandaâs voice cut off your thoughts from the dining room.
You frowned, not ready to get dressed quite yet. Nonetheless, you shouted from the bathroom, âIâll be down in a second!â before slipping on your plaid pajama pants and an old band t-shirt. Itâs fine. Youâd be nice and quick with dinner, then you could slip away to the privacy of your room for the rest of night. You had a better mirror in there anyway: a full body one that would solve this tip toe problem. Maybe you could even put on a bit of a fashion show for yourself, trying on all of your favorite bras and deciding which one made for the best set.
You took a deep breath, trying to mask your excitement. It was going to be a perfect night. All you had to do was make it through dinner first.
You walked nervously down the stairs into the dining room where you found Wanda dishing out pasta onto each of your plates. She offered you a gentle smile upon arrival. âOh good, you made it. I was worried for a second there youâd make me eat alone. Just pasta tonight, nothing fancy. I hope you donât mind.â
âOh, uh, itâs no problem at all,ââ you assured. âAnything you make will surely be delicious.â You tried to offer her the same smile sheâd offered you, but it came out awkward and uneven. It was clear you were nervous. You cursed yourself for your inability to hide your feelings from her.
She tilted her head in slight confusion. âAre you feeling alright? You look a little flushed.â
âI⊠uh⊠yeah Iâm fine. I mustâve just taken a really hot shower,â you attempted to explain. She clearly wasnât buying it. You shrank back in your chair a little bit. While it was sexy, the thin cut of the underwear wasnât exactly comfortable. You shifted around as the fabric crept up into uncomfortable places.
âAre you sure?â she asked, unconvinced. âLet me feel your head.â She leaned over the table, giving you a clear view down the front of her shirt. Fuck. She wasnât wearing anything underneath her blouse. You inhaled shakily, shifting even more obviously as you felt yourself grow wet at the sight of her.
She touched your head with the back of her hand. Her brows furrowed in confusion as your uncomfortable wiggling became more pronounced. âDarling, you seem terribly restless. Whatâs going on?â She was starting to catch on, at least, to the fact you were keeping something from her. Though she couldnât pinpoint what it was, she was certain she could get it out of you. You were never very good at keeping secrets, especially not from her.
You scooted your chair backwards, determined to escape this situation as quickly as possible. âI⊠uh⊠Actually I am feeling a bit poorly. I better go up to my room.â You made a move to try and get up, but she grabbed your wrist before you could escape.
You turned to let her and you were met with a glare that nearly made you crumble. She looked at you like she was looking into your soul, like she was some sort of omnipotent goddess that already knew every secret youâd ever tried to keep. âHoney,â she said, voice even and emotionless, âI think we need to have a talk.â
Tears welled up in your eyes as you collapsed back down into your seat. âIâm sorry, mommy,â you whispered tearfully. How could she possibly know? Did she see something by accident?
She smiled knowingly. She had you now. That poor little head of yours couldnât come up with a lie right now no matter how hard you tried. She circled the table and squatted down next to your chair, squeezing your hand and soothingly rubbing your temple with her thumb. âItâs okay, baby. Mommyâs not mad. I just need you to tell me what happened, okay? Itâs okay, you can tell mommy.â
You swallowed. So she didnât know. If you played your cards right, you could still make it out of this. Subconsciously, you crossed your legs, squeezing them tightly together to hide yourself from her. It was a painfully obvious move, but her soft voice and her hand on your head were making it so very hard to think clearly.
Wanda smirked and ran her hand up the side of your hip. Whatever you were hiding was somewhere in here.
Her hand slid over the fabric of your baggy pajama pants. Oddly enough, she couldnât feel any underwear underneath the pants. Your secret wasnât just that you werenât wearing underwear, was it? No. As her hand got further up your waist, she felt them. It was different from anything sheâd ever known you to wear. The fabric didnât make its way around your waist until it was up over your hip bones.
âHoney,â she said calmly. âWhat are you wearing under your pajamas?â
Your mouth went dry and you froze, unsure how to answer her question. You decided it was best to play dumb. âW-what do you mean? Underwear.â
âOh come on now darling,â she said, voice soft but slightly perturbed. âYou know what Iâm talking about. What underwear are you wearing right now?â
Your eyes darted around the room, avoiding her gaze at all cost. She wasnât going to check if you lied, was she? âJust my⊠white cotton ones.â
âAre you sure?â She asked, unconvinced. âDo you mind if I lift up your shirt so I can make sure?â
Your hands flew to your waist, pinning your shirt to your body. âI⊠uh⊠I donât feel comfortable showing you my underwear.â
She pursed her lips, annoyed with your evasiveness. She had started to believe that her soft mommy act wasnât going to cut it, if she really wanted you to confess. âDarling, Iâve seen you in your panties countless times before. Hell, I probably bought you those underwear. Why are you getting so bashful all the sudden?â
You curled up tighter. You knew she was on to you by this point, but the humiliation of revealing yourself was too much. âI just⊠I donât wanna show you, okay?â Your bottom lip quivered, tears threatened to spill from your eyes.
Wanda stood up, pushing your chair back until it hit the wall. You gasped, looking up at her, frightened as she loomed over you menacingly. âAlright, darling. If you canât be a good girl and tell mommy whatâs going on, Iâm going to have to pull you over my lap, push your pants down to your ankles, and spank you in whatever panties youâre wearing, okay? So Iâll ask you one more time. What. Underwear. Are. You. Wearing. Right. Now?â
Your eyes went wide. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. Your entire body started to shake as you stared up at her, frozen. Her gaze was harsh now, face unmoving as she waited on an answer.
Finally the dam broke. A cry ripped from your throat and tears poured down your face. You crumbled to pieces underneath her. âIâm not wearing my underwear, Iâm wearing yours! Iâm sorry! I know I shouldnât have done it. And I know I shouldnât have lied! Iâm sorry! Iâm sorry!â You sobbed.
She shrunk back down, squatting again on the floor in front of you. She could hardly hide the pleasure she got from watching you shake and sob underneath her. She took your hand in hers, wiping away your tears. âSee, baby? That wasnât so hard, was it?â
You melted into her hand. You were truly hers now. No more lying, no more games. No more thoughts in your precious little head aside from âdo exactly what mommy tells you to doâ. Any resistance you had had melted away.
âCan you tell mommy why you were wearing her panties, sweetheart?â She asked softly.
âI wanted to be pretty,â you cried weakly. âLike you.â
Wanda tilted her head. You had plenty of underwear of your own. She even let you get the fancy stuff sometimes. Certainly your own underwear collection was more expansive than hers. âWere your own pretty panties not working for you? You just had to steal some of mommyâs?â
You nodded. Your head was so jumbled it felt like the confessions were spilling out of you. âI see you through the door sometimes, when youâre getting dressed. You just look so⊠perfect with your matching bras and panties,â you confessed.
âYou see me through the door?â She asked, noting how you had said âseeâ rather than âwatchâ. âDo you spy on mommy while sheâs naked? Do you watch me when I change my clothes?â
Your head lulled to the side. âNo! âŠyes⊠sometimes.â You confessed, getting quieter with each statement.
She raised her eyebrows, surprised and amused by your unswerving honesty. Sheâd known, of course, about your little habits. You werenât as sneaky as you thought. However, having you blubbering under her, confessing every little thing youâd ever done, brought her immense satisfaction.
She ran her hand up your upper thigh again, lightly tracing shapes with her fingers. âHow long have you been spying on mommy, huh?â
You sighed, feeling the wet spot on the underwear grow. Her touch was so memorizing you nearly forgot to answer the question. She pulled her hand away, grabbing your face and raising her eyebrows expectantly. You snapped out of your haze. âI donât know! I donât know how it started! Please! I promise Iâm not a naughty girl!â
Her hand moved up to your hair, gently wiping it from her face. Her rapid switching from gentle to harsh was making your head spin. âItâs okay, sweetheart. Mommyâs not mad. Youâre doing a very good job being honest with me.â She leaned forward, so close you could feel her breath against your ear. âHow does it make you feel, watching me in my room like that? Watching me change my clothes and seeing my pretty lingerie?â
âG-good,â you answered hazily. âI just⊠I like to see, sometimes.â
She was slowly climbing up your body, almost in your lap now. âYou just like to see sometimes, hmm?â She repeated. âIs that all?â
âSometimes I-I like to⊠um⊠to-touch my⊠in the hallway while I watch,â you confessed, too scared and hazy to lie to her anymore.
A faint smile grew on her lips. She could hardly believe how vulnerable sheâd made you. Sheâd never quite seen you like this before. âThatâs quite naughty of you, darling. You canât just touch yourself in the hallway like that. Someone could catch you, you know.â
âDad almost⊠one time he saw⊠but he didnât know what I was doing and I pretended I was waiting on you.â
She sat on your knees, rubbing soothing circles on your collarbones and shoulders. âDad almost caught you, huh? And what were you doing, exactly?â
âJust⊠rubbing⊠on the outside. I didnât have my h-hands in my pants or anything,â you stammered.
She leaned forward again, moving her hands down to your hips. âThat was a very very naughty thing to do, little girl. I better not catch you rubbing yourself in the hallway again.â
You shook your head. âIt will never happen again! I promise!â
She grabbed your face again, significantly softer now that sheâd already broken you. She simply lifted your chin to look her in the eyes. âNo more lying, darling. I want to know the truth. Are you going to stop spying on me?â
You nodded frantically, determined to never find yourself in this situation again. âNever! I swear!â
âGood girl,â she cooed. She gently rubbed your cheek with her thumb. âAnd no more stealing my underwear, agreed?â
You nodded again, driven to yet another confession you hadnât planned on making. âNo more! And no more stealing the dirty ones either. I wonât even snoop again! I promise!â
âOh?â Wanda purred, âSo youâve been stealing my dirty panties too? Not just the clean ones?â Once again, she had been noticing her panties in your laundry instead of hers for months now. She was under no illusion that they were ending up there accidentally.
âThis⊠this was the first time I stole any clean ones! Iâve never worn them before either!â You defended.
She hummed softly, pretending to ponder your confession. âHmm. And what, exactly, do you do with my dirty panties?â
âI just⊠smell,â you confessed. âSome I use them to⊠t-touch myself with.â
âYou use them when you touch yourself?â She asked, her voice still gentle and sweet. She ran her hands through your hair with an air of possession.
You nodded. âOne time I had⊠I had a taste. But just one time!â
She chuckled smugly. âOh?â She smirked down at you. âYou took a taste, huh? Just once?â
You nodded. You were so terribly embarrassed. You wanted to throw yourself into her and beg her for forgiveness, but you doubted it would help.
âAnd how did I taste, darling?â She asked.
You moaned a little at the memory, hips bucking up as you felt yourself grow even wetter. âReally g-good. Iâd never⊠finished that much before.â
âAww,â she chuckled again. âDid you cum really hard when you tasted mommy?â
You nodded. Her hands traced light patterns on your hips, making their way to your stomach. âJust from a little taste?â She asked again, egging you on for more details.
âI⊠it kinda sprayed everywhere,â you explained. âIâve never done that before.â
You were so wet now, youâd soaked through both the thin fabric of the underwear and your pants, leaving a wet spot on your chair. Wanda looked down at the spot and smirked smugly.
âIt looks like maybe you enjoyed it, huh?â She lightly traced the waistband of your pants, getting close but not quite touching the wet parts of the fabric.
You whimpered and bucked your hips up, trying to get her hand closer to where you needed it. âY-yeah. I didnât know it could⊠happen like that.â
Wanda hummed, pondering your words. âYeah, sweetheart. It happens like that sometimes when you feel really really good.â
You nodded, still sniffling. The whole ordeal had you beyond embarrassed, yet you noticed that your arousal persisted through the embarrassment. Perhaps it was even worsened by it.
âCan-can I go to my room?â You stuttered. You had to get out of here, to somewhere more private before your humiliation and arousal bubbled over.
âAww, sweetheart,â she cooed with fake sympathy. âDid you really think after all of this I would just let you go to your room?â
Your eyes went wide with terror. There was only so much more of this you could withstand before disaster struck. âB-but you said you werenât mad!â
âIâm not mad, honey,â she reassured. âBut what youâve done was very very naughty, isnât it?â
You nodded, another wave of tears threatening to fall.
âAnd when little girls do naughty things they have to be punished, donât they?â She said, affectionately combing through your hair.
You nodded again, whimpering under her gentle touch. âBut youâll go easy on me, right? Because I was a good girl and I was honest and I told you everything?â
She chuckled. Your description wasnât exactly accurate, but she couldnât help but take at least a little pity on you. You had confessed in the end, even if it took a little pushing. âOf course, baby,â she soothed. âNow go upstairs and wait for mommy. I want you over the end of the bed in nothing but mommyâs panties, okay?â
You nodded frantically, running up the stairs and assuming the position as soon as she got off your lap.
She chuckled, amused by your eager obedience, and boxed up the pasta sheâd made so she could easily heat it back up after this was over.
It only took her about five minutes to make her way up to the bedroom, but to you, bent naked over the edge of the bed, it felt like hours.
You had to fight to keep your head down on the mattress when you heard her open the bedroom door. You whined as you watched her pull the wooden hairbrush from her nightstand. âNo mommy! Please not the hairbrush! Please I was so honest and-and I answered all of your questions-â
She cut you off by rubbing gentle circles on the swell of your ass. âShshsh,â she soothed. âMommyâs only doing this because she loves you, okay? I have to remind my sweet girl what happens when sheâs naughty so sheâll remember to be a good girl, right?â
You whimpered and squirmed under her, trying to be patient and still but also desperate to get away from the hairbrush. The thin fabric of the underwear offered you little to no protection.
âI want you to count for me, okay?â She instructed. âIf you can keep count like a good girl, weâll only do 15, but if I have to count for you, Iâm gonna have to do 25, okay?â
You nodded, determined to be good and keep count. However, you werenât traditionally known for keeping a clear head during your punishment. âCan-can I hold onto a pillow, please?â
You couldnât see your face, but the tears in your voice made it hard for her to deny you anything. âOf course, baby,â she said, pulling a pillow from the headboard and tucking it into your arms. She kissed the side of your teary face. âMommy loves you very much, princess. Itâll be over soon.â
She tapped your ass twice with the hairbrush before placing the first smack firmly on your left cheek. You cried out, wailing more with overwhelming embarrassment than pain.
âOne!â
She hit you again with perfect precision in almost the exact same spot.
âT-twoâ
She switched sides, smacking you again on the other cheek.
âThree!â
You made it to seven before you inevitably lost count. She waited for a moment after the strike before she decided your wailing was not going to give way to a number, and she officially started counting herself.
By ten, you had resorted to begging. You knew better than to flail and kick your legs, sheâd have you pinned over her lap with a far worse punishment in store, but you were allowed to cry and plead all you wanted. âPlease mommy! Please, I'll be good. I learned my lesson mommy please no more!â
You sounded so pathetic she was tempted to have mercy on you. You werenât even halfway through your punishment now that sheâd pushed it to 25. But she would stick to her word. That was, after all, what was most important when it came to discipline.
It wasnât even so much the pain, you were trying to escape, but something far more alarming that boiled in your lower belly. Having her, a commanding force over you was awakening something in you. The humiliation of a confession, matched with wearing her underwear and being spanked like a child over her bed had a coil building in your lower stomach.
By 15 spanks, you realized it was inevitable. You were pleading with her more quietly now. Your hips bucked against the bed in what she thought was an attempt to get away, but by the 20th spank the coil snapped. In a humiliating display of desperation, you came, all over the sheets.
She stopped spanking you, taking a second to realize what just happened. âDid you justâŠ?â
You wailed into the pillow, burying your face into it until it nearly suffocated you. âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry mommy I didnât mean to! Iâll clean it up! I promise! Please no more spankings mommy! Please, I'll be a good girl!â
Wanda laughed sadistically. âGood girls donât have little accidents when their mommies spank them, do they?â
Your voice trembled. You could hardly breathe. âN-no.â
Wanda tapped your sore ass twice with the hairbrush. It hurt worse than when sheâd done it earlier. âGet up, sweetheart.â
Reluctantly, you got up, standing naked at the foot of the bed next to a clothed and composed Wanda. Every bone in your body wanted to run out of the room, but her intimidating demeanor had you locked in place.
She grabbed the back of your hair roughly, causing you to gasp. âDo you like it when mommy spanks your little ass?â She asked.
âN-no,â you whimpered.
âReally?â She asked before roughly pushing your face down until it was hanging just above the mess youâd left on the bed. âIt sure looks like you did. Tell mommy the truth. Do you like it when I spank you?â
You whined, tears falling from your face and mixing with your cum. âYes! Yes I like it when you spank me! Please mommy!â
âLick it up,â she commanded.
âW-what?â You stuttered. She couldnât seriously be asking for what you thought she was asking.
âYou heard me. Lick. It. Up.â She repeated. âIf you wanna make a little mess on my sheets, you're gonna clean it up yourself.â
You stuck out your tongue, licking the cum from the mattress. It was disgustingly salty, mixed with the tears that were continually streaming into it. You sobbed in embarrassment. You were certain youâd never been more humiliated in your life. Yet, you still felt your arousal growing.
âOh?â She said, presumably noticing the arousal still building between your legs. âIs my little girl enjoying this too? Do you like it when mommy gets rough with you?â
Deciding this couldnât get any worse, you just nodded.
Her grip on your hair loosened, switching instead to a soft stroking. âThatâs a good girl,â she praised.
She gently pulled you back up from the mattress when she deemed it sufficiently clean. She pulled you to face her. âLet mommy have a taste.â
You hesitantly parted your lips, slowly meshing them with hers. She hummed contentedly, running her tongue along your own.
You grabbed her by the back of the neck, losing yourself in her. You stopped caring that you were naked and sobbing and pathetic.
Her hand fell from your hair to your chest. She pushed you backwards so hard you crashed on to your back on the mattress.
She crawled on top of you, kissing you again. You could feel her hands reach down to unbutton her jeans. You moaned into her mouth as her smooth bare legs met yours.
She straddled your waist, breaking the kiss to crawl further up your body.
âIf just a taste from my panties made you squirt before,â she started, âI wondered what I can make you do with the real thing.â
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dilf!art being father of the bride and you being lilyâs maid of honor. *evil smile*
you could hear your new yearâs resolution to stop smoking laughing at you as you stood outside the wedding reception.
lily had gotten married earlier that day and it was beautiful ceremony but the stress of making sure none of the bridesmaids made drank too much at the bachelorette party, yelling at flower delivery guys and keeping lily a happy bride to be had gotten to you. being a maid of honor/wedding planner was hard and you desperately needed a cigarette.
âhey.â you jumped at the sound of a deep voice, placing your free hand on your fast beating heart. âholy shit, mr. d. you fucking scared me.â art walked to stand beside you, he had ditched his black suit jacket and was only wearing a white button with the sleeves rolled up and his veiny arms on display. you tried not to stare.
âsorry, didnât mean to scare you i was just looking to get some air.â he apologized. âitâs fine.â the two of you stood silently next to each other.
art cleared his throat. âdo you mind if iâŠ?â he pointed to the cigarette hanging from your lips. you shook your head, your fingers brushed together when you passes him the cigarette. art brought is to his mouth and took a deep inhale. you watched his head fall back as he blew out the smoke. âyou did a good job with planning, everything looks amazing.â artâs voice tore you out of your trace of staring at his neck. âhuh? oh, thanks. iâm seriously considering giving up my degree to do this full time.â you joked, taking the cigarette back from art, which earned you a chuckle from him.
the two of you stayed like that for awhile, passing the cigarette back and forth making small conversation. the lipstick you left on the orange end lightly staining arts lips. âso, how come you didnât bring with a date?â the question was a little personal but you were nosy. âwellâŠ.â he rocked back and forth a little on his heels. âi donât know, i guess i just didnât have anyone to bring.â he shrugged. âhow come?â at this point you were genuinely curious, i mean tashi his ex wife had even brought a date.
art sighed. âdonât know if you noticed but iâve kinda aged out of the dating scene.â he mumbled. you scoffed shaking your head. âwhat? you look really good for your age. youâve probably got girls lining up to get in your bed. bet you donât even need pill to get it up.â you even donât realize what youâve said until you said. âi mean, iâd still do you.â you really were just trying to make him feel better but you ended up hitting on him.
âyouâd still do me?â he repeated laughing.
âw-well yeah. youâve got the whole hot dad thing going on and you were like the first guy i had a wet dream about.â you rambled digging the heel of shoe into the ground below you. âreally?â he asked. you could feel his eyes burning into you. you lifted your head to look at him. âyeah.â art brought his thumb up to scratch his bottom lip giving you a look, a look you understood and gave back.
you donât know how but the two of you ended up in the back of his truck. your bridesmaid dress sitting in the passengers seat of his car as you worked to get the belt of his pants off.
artâs hands were rough and calloused on your soft skin as he ran them up your body to grope your boobs through your strapless bra. art presses kisses down your throat and on top of your breast. you finally get his belt undone and he lifts his hips to make sliding his pants and underwear down easier.
your eyes widen at the sight below you. âfuck.â you wanted it in your mouth but there wasnât time for foreplay. âdo you still wanna do this?â art asked, his blue eyes that had slight wrinkles on the sides of them looked into yours. âhell yeah.â you nodded your head leaning down to put your lips on his. artâs hands come up to hold your jaw forcing his tongue in your mouth when it fell open sighing as you sank down onto his thick cock.
âoh my god.â you both moaned. not bothering to get use to the stretch, you put you hands on artâs shoulders and started to bounce up and down slowly picking up the speed. âyouâre so gorgeous.â art kissed and sucked at whatever skin he could find. âfucking yourself on me so well.â your head fell back and your loud moans filled up the car. âwanted this for so long mr. d.â you whined, legs started to ache so you stop bouncing to just grind your hips back and forth. art wrapped his big arms around your waist pulling your chest fully against his as you bucked his hip up, fucking you hard. âfuck, call me art.â
âartartartartartartart.â you muttered into his ear. your nails dug into his shoulder and your moans got louder and whiny the closer you got. âgonna cum.â art grunted, one of his hands leaving your waist you thumb over your clit. âitâs ok iâm on the pill.â art didnât pass up the opportunity of cumming inside you, immediately painting your inner walls when you squeezed him particularly tight. soon youâre cumming with a quiet scream into his neck.
art lets you stay in his lap for a while as he strokes your hair and places kisses on your face before you catch sight of the time on his rolex. âshit, i have to give my speech soon.â you pull off letting artâs soft cock slip out of you. art hands you some napkins to clean yourself up before zipping you back into your dress. âi really enjoy this.â you said leaning against his car. âyeah, me too.â he answered. you gave him a smile before walking back into the reception hall.
âhey, where were you was about to go look for you.â lily says to you when you approach her table. âjust maid of honor duties.â you lied to her, feeling like a terrible friend. âok.â she smiled brightly at you. oh god, you were definitely going to hell and lily would be the one to send you if she ever found out you fucked her dad.
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Do You Get It Yet?
hi guys!! this is one day late, but i literally fell asleep trying to proof read last night, so⊠you win some you lose some.
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
summary: Spencer Reid is your professor and you really, really need help. If only he wasnât so distracting.
warnings: smut, little bit of fluff, professor/student relationship, unprotected sex w/ talk of contraceptives, age gap (both parties of age), breeding kink, choking, and some light degradation
this is a fun one guys! let me know what you think!
You swear you arenât stupid. Really, honestly you arenât. Youâve done well in school your whole life, not always outstanding, but youâve always done well.
Right now however, you feel completely dumb. Youâre in you third year of university, and up to this point, youâve done good. Your classes are challenging but rewarding, and you have a wonderful group of people in your life. You have a cat and an apartment to yourself. You have wonderful friends, Lena and Eden, whoâve been with you since your freshman year and who you loved like sisters. Everything in your life was going right, except for your stupid, stupid criminal psychology class.
You should love it. Youâve taken classes like it before and they really werenât a problem for you, but for whatever reason, you canât wrap your head around the subject matter at all. Everything you learn seems to morph together and you canât get it to sort itself out. Your teacher, Dr. Reid, is incredible. He is a genuine genius, member of the BAU (your dream job), and to top it off, he is incredibly attractive. Not just to you either! Half the class is auditing, which probably contributes to your troubles. Itâs hard to focus when everyone around you is constantly whispering about how fucking hot the teacher is.
You try to avoid it. You sit at the front of the room, not the first row, but still front and center. Even so, right behind you are two or three girls who will not stop talking about him. Sure, theyâre saying what youâre thinking, but good god does it get annoying. Youâve tried pointed looks, a few aggressive hair flips and humphs, and even a few well timed shushings, but they will not let up. Youâd move seats but the class is full and everyone has seemed to have already found a place.
So, really, your lack of understanding was not only on you. Dr. Reid us distractingly hot, the girls behind you will not shut up, and the subject matter is just plain tricky. All of this leads you to spend a big chunk of your free time in your professors office hours, which always seem to be full.
You get it. Girls, and some boys, show up looking their best and asking all sorts of questions, and honestly if you were in a different position youâd probably do the same thing. But, you arenât, and you really need help. You go to his room completely disheveled with a notebook full of questions that for the most part stayed unanswered. Youâre lucky to get five minutes of his undivided attention. Again, you get it, those minutes are the highlights of you week, but, your grade is starting to slip.
Finally, it gets to be too much, and you find yourself spending nearly the whole class building up the courage to ask to speak with him privately. Right when he concludes his lecture you spring up out of your seat and go straight to him, surely annoying some of your other classmates.
âDr. Reid?â
He looks up from his desk, âHi! Ms.?â
âY/n. Or Y/l/n, I guess. I was hoping to talk to you privately if you had time?â
âOh! Um, sure, of course. Let me just wrap up here. You can wait in the seats.â
This has already gone better than you thought it would. Half of you expected the only thing that would come out of your mouth would be gibberish.
âThank you so much.â
You hurry off to take a seat and wait, and wait, and wait. Around five other people stay around to try and speak with him, and while you catch him anxiously glancing over at you, each conversation still seems to stretch on and on. Finally, after close to 15 minutes, the final student leaves and itâs just you and Dr. Reid left in the room.
He looks over at you and motions for you to join him at his desk, âIâm so sorry that took so long. People tend to have a lot of questions after my lectures.â
You take a seat in front of him, âItâs no worries. That was actually part of what I wanted to speak to you about.â
You pause, wondering how you should word what you want to say. He looks at you, waiting for you to go on, but he doesnât seem impatient.
âIâve come to all your office hours, and it helps, Iâm just still struggling and I, uh, I just feel like itâs not enough time to get my questions answered, I guess?â
Youâre looking at anything but him at this point, âIâm sorry Iâm just kinda out of my element. I love this subject and normally it clicks for me, but itâs just wonât. I have a notebook full of questions and Iâm worried I wonât be able to figure anything out. Sorry, I think Iâm just rambling at this point.â
âNo, donât apologize, I understand. This class is challenging, and a lot of the subject matter is hard to research.â
He stops to laugh, âMy office hours do tend to be pretty full. Iâm, well to be honest Iâm not sure why. A lot of the questions people have tend to be things I explained in my lectures.â
Without thinking, you cut him off, âI think people just want to be around you.â
He looks surprised at your words, and you are as well. You didnât mean to say that at all.
âOh my god, Iâm sorry. Itâs just with a teacher that looks like you, god, no. I mean with a teacher like you-â
Your cheeks grow hotter by the second, âYou know what, I think I can figure this out on my own! Iâm sorry for-â
He stops you before you can finish, âY/n, Iâve taught this class before. Half the people are auditing. Iâve gathered what that means.â
He cracks a smile at that and you feel your heart flutter.
âI meant Iâm not sure why people would waste their time trying to, uh, impress me at office hours. Theyâre meant for students like you.â
âOh, yeah, of course.â
âUnfortunately, there isnât much I can do on that front. My hours are open to anyone.â
Your shoulders deflate a bit at that, worrying youâve wasted your time and his for nothing. He doesnât let you stay like that for long though.
âI want to help you though. Truly. I know reaching out for help is hard and Iâm glad you did.â
You look up at him then, âI can set aside some time for you once a week if youâre comfortable? We can review everything youâre not sure on until youâre up to speed.â
You were not expecting that. You thought heâd look over your questions and give you some articles and journals to review at best.
âAre you sure? I donât want to impose.â
âYou arenât. Iâm offering, Y/n.â
âThen I think yes, Iâd like that a lot.â
âGreat! Email me some times that work for you and weâll get started.â
~
This is all, admittedly, a bit above your pay grade.
Despite your best efforts, you are not a chill girl. Youâre not very cool. Thereâs nothing wrong with that usually! Youâre shy, but still manage to talk peopleâs ear off. Itâs normally a non-issue: thatâs just how you are. Today however, you are meeting with Dr. Reid and you are so not chill about it.
You had his class yesterday, and while you feel better knowing youâll finally have help, you couldnât focus on anything but today, so you retained nothing. All you can think about is saying something stupid or off putting and having him start to despise you.
You know you shouldnât worry this much. Heâs a professional, youâre trying to be, it should all go smoothly. Theyâre just the issue of the colony of butterflies who have taken up residence in your stomach. Youâre nervous, so nervous, and you are not the type to get this crazy over some guy. Yes, Dr. Reid is probably the hottest person youâve ever met, but heâs still human! You think⊠the fact that heâs some sort of super genius with multiple (multiple!) phds does not help to calm you.
Your entire walk to Dr. Reidâs office is spent worrying over all of this. In fact, youâre so caught in your head you find yourself barreling into someoneâs back as you walk through the door of the psychology department.
You rush to squeak out an apology while picking up your notebook, but are stopped short when you look up. Itâs Dr. Reid. Of course itâs Dr. Reid. You seem unable to be in the same vicinity of him without making a fool of yourself, so why would today be any different. Youâd hoped to be able to manage yourself for the better part of an hour, but your professors unbelievably solid back has literally knocked you on your ass.
You do notice a ghost of a smile on his face when you look up, and youâd like to think heâs admiring you clumsiness, but itâs not likely.
âHi,â you manage to say after a near excruciatingly long silence.
âIâm really sorry, I clearly wasnât looking at where I was walking.â
He laughs a bit, âItâs no problem honestly. You were the one knocked off your feet, so I really canât be upset aside from the fact you may have hurt yourself.â
This makes you breath hitch a bit. Maybe you are incredibly starved for attention from the male gender, but the slight affection of his words made you blush.
âOh, yeah, sure.â
If you were any more articulate youâd be a public speaker, but at least you always seem to make the man in front of you laugh.
âI was on my way to my office to meet with you, but since I already have, you can walk with me.â
You nod, pushing yourself off the ground, then blush again when you realize you had this entire conversation on the ground.
The walk is silent, and youâre sure itâs more uncomfortable for you than it is for him. Any question you had has completely exited your mind, and all you can think about is how good he looks in a suit, and how much staring you can reasonably get away with.
Your first session is sweet. You manage to hold it together in Dr. Reidâs presence. He is incredibly helpful one on one, and you feel more confident about the class than you have in weeks. Before you finish, he asks if youâd like to meet again.
âYeah, if thatâs alright. This helped so much, but I think I still probably need to do some more catch up work.â
âThatâs perfectly fine, Y/n, I wouldnât have offered otherwise.â
He pauses for a moment, like heâs considering something, before going on.
âIf itâs alright with you, Iâd like to give you my cell. I want you to be able to reach me if you need to reschedule, especially if we continue meeting, and itâs a bit easier than email.â
Youâre a bit stunned but manage to reply, âOf course! But, um, is that allowed? I donât want to over step.â
He looks away from you for a moment before replying, âIâm honestly not sure. Maybe we just donât tell anyone?â
You have to bite back a grin, but you nod nonetheless and exchange numbers.
Although you know you shouldnât be, youâre giddy the entire walk home.
~
So far, youâve met with Dr. Reid three times and havenât had to use his number once. Not that youâd been looking for an opportunity to though! It just hasnât come up at all until today.
Itâs been raining all morning, which normally you wouldnât mind, but youâre slightly under the weather and the thought of walking to campus and risking getting more sick doesnât sound appealing in the slightest. Though itâs not normally an issue, moments like this make you really wish you had a car.
Youâve asked everyone you knew for a ride, but they were all busy.
Currently, you were on the phone with Lena, listening as she tries to calm you down.
âHe gave you his number, Y/n. Just text him and say youâre sick and canât make it.â
âItâs the day of though! I donât want to come off as unprofessional.â
âBabe, again, you have his number. Your relationship isnât exactly the most profesh in the first place.â
âItâs not like that, Lena.â
âJust text him. Over explain everything like you know you want to. Heâll probably think itâs cute, maybe heâll even offer to come take care of you.â
You can hear the teasing lilt in her voice, but, still, you rush to defend him.
âYou know itâs not like that.â
âWhatever you say, babe. I gotta go, but text him. Itâll be fine.â
You say your goodbyes, and deep down you know sheâs right. About texting him, not the shy sort of seduction act she thinks you have.
After contemplating for a few more minutes, you type out your message and hit send.
You: Hi, Dr. Reid. This is Y/n from your criminal psych class. I know weâre supposed to meet today, but Iâm feeling like I have a bit of a cold coming on and donât want to risk walking in the rain.
You: Iâm sorry itâs late notice, if I could get there I would, scoutâs honor.
You were never in girl scouts. You donât actually know why you said that at all, but itâs too late to take it back now.
As much as you try not to, you watch your phone screen, waiting for a response.
Luckily, you donât have to wait long. You see a typing bubble pop up, then disappear, then pop up again, before finally two messages come through.
Dr. Reid: I completely understand. Donât worry.
Dr. Reid: I could come to you? If youâre comfortable.
When you read that, you feel your stomach drop to your ass. You decidedly not expect him to offer anything like that. A few things fly through your mind, but mainly that Lena may have been right, and having your professor come to your apartment is, at least, frowned up by admin. Still, the image of him in front of you, in your home, with your cat, is too much to resist.
With shaking fingers, you text him back.
You: That would be wonderful if youâre sure youâre okay with it.
You: Friendly warning, I have a very affectionate cat.
Dr. Reid: Good to know. Is 4 still alright?
You shoot him back a quick yes and your address, and then get to cleaning every square inch of your apartment.
~
Dr. Reid is an angel on Earth.
When you hear a knock at your door, you have to stop before answering to regulate your breathing. When you finally do, you see your professor in front of you in a cardigan (a fucking cardigan) and togo cup of tea that he immediately hands to you.
Itâs all like a hopeless romantics wet dream. Hot professor, in the rain, at your house, who clearly cares about you in some way? Itâs like heâs trying to kill you.
You step aside to let him in and move to your couch, âYou really didnât have to do this.â
He stands for a moment before sitting at the opposite end and saying through a laugh,âThe tea or coming over?â
âBoth, I guess? I just feel bad that Ive take up so much of your time. I feel like a bit of an inconvenience.â
âY/n, please stop worrying so much over this. I want to help you learn, itâs not an inconvenience or a both or unnecessary.â
You really look at him then, trying to read whether or not heâs being genuinely. He just seems too good to be true, like heâs a fiction character made just for you. Well, not just for you, but in your fantasies thatâs how youâll think about it.
The next couple hours are spent reviewing material you are sure he taught weeks ago and stealing glancing at his mouth when you are sure he is not looking. Your kitty makes a few appearances too, and seems to have formed an instant attachment to the doctor. You are not as sly with your staring as youâd like to think, and get caught a few too many times. Honestly, you are trying desperately not to think about anything but academia, but he makes it so unbelievably hard. Not to put the blame on him for your insatiability, but jesus fuck. Intelligence has always been incredibly sexy to you, and it oozes from him
Despite the distraction, youâve been doing good in terms of building your understanding. Now however, you are on the verge of tears, chocking down a knot in your throat as you try to make sense of anything coming out of Dr. Reidâs mouth. This has to be the third time heâd tried to explain it to you, and while this is the entire point of these meetings, you feel like a failure.
The doctor is lost in his own world, trying desperately to explain the concept in a digestible way, so he doesnât notice your state. That is, until you sniffle, just slightly, and immediately avert your gaze.
He cuts himself off, âY/n? Are, are you okay? Whatâs wrong.â
Itâs too much, so too much. What kind of dick asks something like that, with that much care in his voice. You canât help the tears starting to fall.
âIâm so sorry. I just, I canât understand it.â
He looks at you with his beautiful eyes and says, âY/n, itâs okay-â
âNo. God, you must think Iâm a fucking idiot. No, not fucking, I didnât mean to say fuck in front of you. God this is terrible.â
Youâre fully crying at this point, and you canât bear to look at Dr. Reid.
He stays silent for a moment, before you feel movement on the couch and look up to see he is much closer to you.
âYouâre incredibly intelligent, Y/n. I, I would never judge you for needing help.â
You bury your face in your palms, and, very eloquently, try to speak through them.
âSir, you really donât need to say that. I know I should have been able to grasp this weeks ago, all of this.â
âSpencer.â
You look up, âWhat?â
âMy name is Spencer. You donât have to call me sir or Dr. Reid. Iâd like for you to call me Spencer.â
âWell, Spencer then. Iâm sorry for wasting your time. I really donât know why I thought any of this would help, clearly thereâs something seriously wrong with-â
Youâre cut off by a hand on your jaw, guiding you to look up. Dr. Reidâs hand. Spencerâs hand, and itâs gentle and heâs staring at you, and you feel like your skin is on fire underneath his palm.
âThereâs nothing wrong with you, Y/n. Youâre one of the most capable, intelligent people Iâve ever met. Iâm breaking nearly 20 different codes of contact by being here, but I canât help it.â
You feel all your words caught in your throat, and all you can fucking think about is his hand and his eyes and his lips. You donât know what else to do, so, in an act of unusual bravery, you push forward and press your lips to his.
The response is immediate. All thoughts in your head are gone and replaced by a mantra of Spencerâs name. You feel his hands move to the nape of your neck, holding you to him, and his lips pressing yours open so he can glide his tongue over yours. Youâre breathless and ruined, and when he pulls back youâre too struck by him to speak.
âYou have no idea what you do to me, Y/n. Iâve never wanted anyone like this beforeâ
Your forehead is pressed to his and you breath out, âShow me.â
The hand on you tightens its grip, but the man before you pulls back a bit, and it becomes your only point of contact.
âI, I canât. Iâm your teacher, Iâm nearly 20 years older than you. I shouldnât have even kissed you.â
âI kissed you. I want you, this. I want whatever youâll give me.â
âItâs wrong, Y/n.â
âI donât care. I want you, Spencer.â
Hearing you say his name must break his resolve, because in a moment his lips find yours again, and heâs pulling you into his lap.
To recap, youâre in your home, on your couch, straddling the hottest man youâve ever seen, and his lips are trailing down your neck and over your clavicle. You put your arms around his neck, threading your hands through his hair and experimentally rolling your hips against his.
His hands grab your hips, stilling your movement, and breaks from his assault on your neck to say, âI wonât be able to control myself if you do that, Y/n. I need to know what you want.â
âI want all of it, doctor.â
The honorific must do something for him, because he growls low in his throat before once again connecting with your lips. The same hands that just stilled your movement now guide your hips to press into him harder. You feel his length beneath you and moan into his mouth.
Youâd fantasized about this for months, but now itâs actually happening and itâs so much better than you could have ever imagined. You feel him every where, and he knows exactly what to do and whisper in your ear to drive you fucking crazy.
You move your hands from his hair and break from his lips to pull your shirt off. You make eye contact with him and then reach behind your back to unclasp your bra, leaving that part of yourself entirely exposed to him.
âFuck, Y/n.â
The expletive takes you by surprise for a moment, but you snap out of it quickly, taking one of his hands and bringing it to your chest. He moves quickly from that point, cupping your breast in his hand and toying with your nipple. Your lips find his again, and you feel him move to flip you, but you stop him before he can.
âBedroom, Spencer. Please.â
He nods and you climb from his lap. On your way to the room, he discards his shirt. You canât help but ogle his frame. Heâs slender and sinewy, but youâd be lying if you said he wasnât the most beautiful thing youâd ever seen. The angles and curves of his frame fit
together to create the perfect portrait of a man. He has scars littered over his arms and torso, but they donât phase you.
Youâre under him on the bed now, your core raising to meet his desperately.
âYouâre so beautiful. So beautiful, Iâm so lucky.â
His words cause a blush to form on your cheeks, which you can barely focus on as his hands are in the process of pulling your shorts and panties down your legs.
âGod, Y/n, youâre soaked.â
You whine as his fingers make contact with where you need him most.
âIs this all for me, Y/n? Tell me.â
âYou. Only you.â
âJesus, Y/n.â
If someone had asked hours ago you what you thought your professor would be like in bed, this was the last thing you wouldâve said. Not that anyone would ask⊠but still. Heâs nerdy and adorable, and while his looks are literally to die for, he doesnât scream âIâm gonna fuck your brains outâ.
His fingers pick up their pace on your clit as you find yourself trying to undo his belt. Youâre desperate to see him as bare as you are. He stops to help you get his pants down, and when you see him in his full glory you feel a little faint.
âYouâre so big.â
He lets a little whine slip through, âYeah? Biggest youâve had?â
You blush a little at his tone. As much as youâre trying to fake it, you donât have as much experience in this field as one might expect for a girl your age.
âIâve only been with one other person, so yeah.â
Your candor is decidedly not sexy, and you really have no clue why you would say that right now. The man above you does not seem deterred though, if anything it spurs him on.
âFuck, Y/n. Didnât know you were so innocent.â
You blush again, but reach to grab him, trying to prove how good you can be. Heâs heavy in your hand, and part of you worries how heâll fit. You know youâre programmed to accommodate, but the thought is daunting.
He must sense your concern when he says, âDonât worry, love. Gonna stretch you out for me.â
With that, his fingers resume their previous task, and he slowly moves down to trace your entrance with his middle finger. The sensation has you spinning, and let breathless moans leave your body he slowly starts to open you up. His fingers are long and precise in their movements. Every time he thrusts into you, they graze a spot that sends sparks of pleasure straight to your core.
âYouâre doing so good for me, Y/n. So, so good for me.â
You can barely breathe, and your climax comes closer with every passing second. When his thumb moves to press over your clit and his other hand presses firmly on your lower stomach, youâre done for.
âGood girl, Y/n. Coming so pretty on my hand.â
Your orgasm is stupefying, and all you can think or say is Spencerâs name. You grab at him, desperate to find something to ground you, and you hear him moan as your nails dig into his back. He doesnât stop for a moment, continuing to press into you and riding you through your high.
Once you come down, though you can still feel your legs shaking, you want more. You want all of him. You take him in your hand again, pumping up and down his shaft at a lazy pace.
âSpencer, I need you to fuck me.â
He laughs, his hand still on your core, âAsk nicely, Y/n. You come on my fingers and all of a sudden your manners disappear?â
You didnât want to admit it, but heâs right.
âPlease, Spencer. Please fuck me, I need it.â
âGood girl,â he takes your wrist and leads your hand to your mouth. âSpit.â
You arenât exactly sure what heâs doing. You think he might be teasing you more, letting you work him over until you beg, but he answers all your questions quickly.
He guide your hand back to grab him, helping you jerk him off before he grabs himself and lines up with your entrance.
In his first Dr. Reid like moment in the last hour he stops and asks, âFuck do you have a condom? I obviously didnât think weâd do this, so I donât have anything on me.â
Youâre panting with anticipation at this point, but still manage to get out, âIâm on the pill and Iâm clean. I trust you.â
His eyes go soft for a moment, before he continues his previous mission. He lines up again with you, before teasing your slit with the head of his cock. If you didnât want him so bad, you couldâve come like this, but you are desperate. You push your hips up, hoping he gets the point, and he does.
âI could play with you all day if youâd let me, Y/n.â
You want to protest, and tell him to get on with it, but you donât have to. You feel his tip
slowly pushing into you as he lets out a groan.
âYouâre so fucking tight.â
Heâs slow and careful, and you canât remember sex ever feeling this good. You know he isnât all the way in, but you already feel so full. When he does reach the hilt, you let out a low moan at the feeling. Heâs completely inside of you, filling you in a way that is unbelievably good. He stays still for a moment before slowly pulling back and thrusting into you.
You can tell heâs being gentle, but hard enough and fast enough to have your legs start shaking more heavily again. You already feel a pit in your stomach, and you know youâre going to come, for a second time, embarrassingly fast.
âFuck yes. So good for me, Y/n.â
The way your name sounds in his mouth drives you crazy. The only thing you can think about is how badly you want this moment to go on forever. Everything about him is perfect. Even now, while fucking your brains out (literally, you could make yourself say a word even if you wanted to), heâs cupping your head in his hand and telling you how beautiful you are.
Now that youâre more accustomed to the size of him, he takes your thigh, pushing it up to your chest, and starts too fuck into you faster and harder. His pelvis rubs over your clit with every thrust, driving you crazy. Your hands are in his hair and down his back, grabbing and clawing at him.
âYou love taking this cock, huh baby? Canât even talk, huh?â
His words go straight to your core, but you know what you need to come again. You guide his hand up near your sternum and manage to cry out a few words.
âPlease, need it. Need you.â
He takes your request to heart and moves his hand to your neck, squeezing the sides. You feel yourself get light headed in the most incredible way. Tears are forming in your eyes. The feeling is so intense.
âSo perfect for me. Such a smart girl and youâre just gonna let me fuck you dumb?â
Youâre close, and you can feel the pit in your stomach start to spread and take over. Spencerâs hand on your throat tightens slightly, and it only take a few more thrusts before youâre coming on him.
âComing. Fuck, Spence youâre making me come.â
âThatâs right. Come all over me. Show me how good I make you feel.â
Your vision is going white at the edges and you feel like your whole body is shaking.
âFuck, gonna come just watching you. Gotta pull out, baby.â
You grab him before he can, âNo! Want it inside me.â
He groans above you and you feel his hips stutter.
âFucking Jesus. Want me to fill you? Make this you mine?â
You nod, the tears now falling down the sides of your face.
âGonna come, baby.â
You can feel when he does. His dick is pulsing in you, filling you completely, just like he said he would.
When he comes down, he pushes his lips to yours, kissing you with an intensity youâve never felt before. For a while, he just lays there, kissing you.
âGonna pull out now. Gotta clean you up.â
You whine, but nod regardless. You feel empty at the loss of him, but you donât have much time to think about it before you feel a warm towel wipe around your centre.
âYou gotta go pee, Y/n. Donât want to develop a UTI.â
Five minutes ago this man was coming inside of you, and now heâs back to being the man who came to your house in the rain with tea. You do know heâs right though, so you pull yourself out of your bed on shaking legs and make your way to your bathroom.
When you come back in, you find Spencer with his pants back on. Your heart breaks a little.
In a small voice you ask, âAre you leaving?â
He looks up at you then, âDo you want me to stay?â
You donât know why you wouldnât.
âIf you donât want to you donât have to.â
You can feel tears welling up again, but these are different from before; he notices immediately.
âBaby, baby donât worry. I donât want to go, I just didnât want to over step.â
You laugh a little at that, wiping your eyes, âI think weâve gotten over all the steps, Spencer. I, I want - Just please stay.â
He nods and moves to take off his pants before sliding into place next to you. His arm wraps around your waist and you feel a tingle in the spots where he touches you.
âI donât want to have this be a one time thing,â you blurt out.
You feel him hold you a little tighter then.
âI was never planning that, Y/n. Now, sleep. We can talk about how much Iâve come to adore you tomorrow.â
END!! i hope you all love it!
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